human
Forgive, forgive, forgive! he moaned;
gpt
I have been blind--blind! Let me go in peace and offend no more. She is yours, not mine; yours by your womanly grace and mercy--the love she has to give belongs to you by right of your womanly mercy. Better that I had died in Paris yesterday than live to repay you as I have!
human
Better I had died in Paris,
gpt
Aurélie, she cried,
human
To save! St. Georges exclaimed,
gpt
I could not let you die, knowing what I did, knowing the evil the De Roquemaures had wrought you. When Monsieur Boussac sent me word you were doomed, I determined to tell the king all.