human
Henry, my kind, good, Henry, he said, with a voice faltering with emotion,
gpt
Remember it, Gerald! aye, even as though it had been yesterday. Oh, my brother, little did I think at the moment, when, with hands closely clasped together, we sank, overcome with grief, upon our bended knees, to receive that mother's blessing, a day would ever arrive when the joy or sorrow of the one, should form no portion of the joy or sorrow of the other.
human
It was there, pursued Gerald, and without noticing the interruption,
gpt
Even so, Gerald, I remember it well.
human
And it was there, continued the sailor, with the emphasis of strong emotion,
gpt
I did. Both in your name and in my own, I gave the pledge, well knowing that, in that, I merely anticipated your desire.
human
Most assuredly--what then would be your sensations were you to know that I had violated that sacred obligation?
gpt
Deep, poignant, ceaseless, regret, that my once noble and high spirited brother, should have been so lost to respect for his father's memory, and to himself.
human
You are right, Henry, added Gerald mournfully;
gpt
Gerald, he said eagerly,
human
No, was the cold, repulsive answer,
gpt
he pursued, rather more mildly,
human
Thanks, my brother, for that. But can it really be possible, that the mysterious condition attached to Miss Montgomerie's love, involves the loss of honor?
gpt
And can YOU really be weak enough to entertain a passion for a woman, who would make the dishonoring of the fair fame of him she professes to love, the fearful price at which her affection is to be purchased?
human
I said not that the condition attached to her LOVE, he remarked, with the piqued expression of a wounded vanity;
gpt
Alas, my poor infatuated brother. Blinding indeed must be. the delusions of passion, when a nature so sensitive and so honorable shrinks not from such a connexion. My only surprise is, that, with such a perversion of judgment, you have returned at all.
human
No more of this Henry. It is not in man to control his destiny, and mine appears to be to love with a fervor that must bear me, ere long, to my grave. Of this, however, be assured--that, whatever my weakness, or infatuation, as you may be pleased to call it, THAT passion shall never be gratified at the expense of my honor. Deeply-- madly as I doat upon her image, Miss Montgomerie and I have met for the last time.