human
I pity you, Polly went on,
gpt
I pity you from my heart; but yet I demand my sister's life; give her back to us again, and you will be doubly--yes, tenfold repaid; for your peace of mind will be restored to you. I know what you must have suffered--your changed face shows it; I know what misery you must have undergone, and the struggle between your conscience, your innate sense of right, and what you had been led to believe. This was terrible before; but it was nothing to what you will feel now, with the thought of my sister, whom you are sending to her grave, before you. You cannot--I see it in your face--you cannot reconcile with your conscience what you are doing; for your own sake, Miss Harmer, and for my sister's, I call upon you to do what is right.
human
What would you have? Miss Harmer asked, wringing her hands in helpless despair;
gpt
You did, Polly broke in,
human
But my sister!--Father Eustace! Miss Harmer murmured, in a terrified tone to herself.
gpt
Oh, no, no, no, I dare not!
human
You dare not refuse, Miss Harmer; you dare not go down to your grave with this grievous wrong and with my sister's death upon your soul; you will have to meet then, One whose wrath will be far more terrible than that of the anger of mortal. Miss Harmer, give me the will,--come,