human
My daughters were my vice--my mistresses. Oh, they will come! Come, my darlings! A kiss, a last kiss, the viaticum of your father! I am justly punished; my children were good, and I have spoiled them; on my head be their sins. I alone am guilty; but guilty through love. Eugène tried to soothe the old man by saying that he would go himself to fetch his daughters; but Goriot kept muttering in his semi-delirium.
gpt
Here, Nasie! here Delphine, come to your father who has been so good to you, and who is dying! Are they coming? No? Am I to die like a dog? This is my reward; forsaken, abandoned! They are wicked; they are criminal. I hate them. I will rise from my coffin to curse them. Oh, this is horrible! Ah, it is my sons-in-law who keep them away from me!
human
My good Old Goriot, said Eugène,
gpt
Not to see them--it is the agony of death!
human
You shall see them.
gpt
Ah! my angels!
human
I could not escape soon enough, she said to Rastignac. The student smiled sadly, and Madame de Restaud took her father's hand and kissed it, saying,
gpt
Forgive me, my father.