human
God be merciful to me a sinner, the chief of sinners! then, suddenly attempting to start up, but prevented by his irons, he roared out,
gpt
O, God! thou canst _not_ be merciful to me, for I have denied thee; I have ridiculed my Saviour who died for me; I have broken his laws; I have derided his word; I have resisted his Spirit; I have laughed at that heaven which is shut against me; I have denied the truth of those torments which await me. To-morrow! to-morrow! O for a longer space for repentance! O for a short reprieve from hell!
human
O, sir, are you there? I did indeed wish to see you before my dreadful sentence is put in execution. O, sir, to-morrow! to-morrow! But I have a confession to make to you. This revived Mr. Fantom, who again ventured to glance a hope at the spoons.
gpt
Sir, said William,
human
I could not die without making my confession.
gpt
Ay, and restitution, too, I hope, replied Fantom.
human
Where are my spoons?
gpt
Sir, they are gone with the rest of my wretched booty. But oh, sir! those spoons make so petty an article in my black account, that I hardly think of them. Murder! sir--murder is the crime for which I am justly doomed to die. O, sir, who can abide the anger of an offended God? Who can dwell with everlasting burnings? As this was a question which even a philosopher could not answer, Mr. Fantom was going to steal off, especially as he now gave up all hope of the spoons; but William called him back:
human
Stay, sir, I conjure you, as you will answer it at the bar of God. You must hear the sins of which you have been the occasion. You are the cause of my being about to suffer a shameful death. Yes, sir, you made me a drunkard, a thief, and a murderer.
gpt
How dare you, William, cried Mr. Fantom, with great emotion,
human
gpt
Sir, answered the criminal,
human
Here, through the excess of anguish, the poor fellow fainted away. Mr. Fantom, who did not at all relish this scene, said to his friend,
gpt
Well, sir, we will go, if you please, for you see there is nothing to be done.
human
Sir, replied Mr. Trueman, mournfully,
gpt
human
What! rejoined the other,
gpt
human
No, indeed, said Trueman,
gpt
human
I do not understand these things, said Fantom, making toward the door.
gpt
Nor I, neither, said Trueman,