human
Oh Matilda, sighed Gerald,
gpt
Foolish Gerald, said Matilda;
human
she pursued with greater energy,
gpt
Oh, why did I interfere? why did my evil Genius conduct me to such a scene. Then had I lived at least in ignorance of the fearful act.
human
Nay, Gerald, let it rather be matter of exultation with you that you did. Prejudiced as you are, this hand (and she extended an arm so exquisitely formed that one would scarce even have submitted it to the winds of Heaven) might not seem half so fair, had it once been dyed in human blood. Besides who so proper to avenge a woman's wrongs upon her destroyer, as the lover and the husband to whom she has plighted her faith for ever? No, no, it is much better as it is; and fate seems to have decreed that it should be so, else why the interruption by yourself on that memorable occasion, and why, after all your pains to avoid me, this our final union, at a moment when the wretch is about to return to his native home, inflated with pride and little dreaming of the fate that awaits him--Surely, Gerald, you will admit there is something more than mere chance in this?
gpt
About to return, repeated Grantham shuddering.
human
When, Matilda?
gpt
Within a week at the latest--perhaps within three days. Some unimportant advantage which he has gained on the frontier, has been magnified by his generous fellow citizens into a deed of heroism, and, from information conveyed to me, by a trusty and confidential servant, I find he has obtained leave of absence, to attend a public entertainment to be given in Frankfort, on which occasion a magnificent sword, is to be presented to him. Never, Gerald, continued Matilda her voice dropping into a whisper, while a ghastly smile passed over and convulsed her lips,
human
An unimportant advantage upon the frontier, asked Gerald eagerly and breathlessly.
gpt
To what frontier, Matilda, do you allude?
human
The Niagara,
gpt
Are you quite sure of this?
human
So sure that I have long known he was there,
gpt
Matilda, when first I saw you last night, you were gazing intently upon yon portrait, (he pointed to that part of the temple where the picture hung suspended.) and it struck me that I had an indistinct recollection of the features.
human
Nay, the face struck me not as his. May I look at it?
gpt
Assuredly. Satisfy yourself.