human
To tell you this story, to commit my child to your charge, I wished to see you to-night, mother, he said, at last, without looking up.
gpt
She does not dream of its existence; she was told it died the hour of its birth, and was buried while she was still unconscious. In this pocketbook you will find the address of the woman who keeps it; tell her the count--for as such she knows me--sent you for it. Take it with you to Yetholm, mother; try to think it is your son, Reginald, and forget the miserable convict whom you may never see more.
human
Mother, you must leave me now, he said, lifting his head, and looking sorrowfully in her rigid, haggard face;
gpt
I will not go! said a voice so hollow, so unnatural, that it seemed to issue from the jaws of death.
human
I will not go. I defy heaven and earth, and God himself, to tear me from you now.
gpt
Mother, it is my wish,
human
Yours, Reginald? she cried, in a voice of unutterable reproach.
gpt
You wish that I should leave you? For fifteen years I have given you up, and in one short hour you tire of me now. Oh, Reginald, my son! my son!