human
Where is that St. Udo Brand I mourned for? wailed she, one evening, after a stormy interview, when he had unwittingly disclosed the foul distortion of his soul to her abhorring eyes.
gpt
Where has that great spirit fled which cried for help to save itself from ruin at the hands of Juliana Ducie? Must I accept the detestable truth that the gold which I thought I had discovered behind the vail of sin was but tinsel all the time, and tarnished with many an indelible stain of crime? Oh, St. Udo, come back to me as you used to come in my grief, and reveal your sad, heroic history once more, that I may believe in human nature again! But for that secret, wily nature, I loathe it--oh, I loathe _that man_! she hissed, passionately.
human
Something rises up in my heart against him every hour I see him, and whispers: 'Crush that serpent!'
gpt
How could he have concealed his real nature from everybody so successfully? This wretch is not clever enough to conceal his nature from me, and I am not particularly penetrating. _Can this be St. Udo Brand? Good Heaven! What an idea!_