human
Ah, Martino, said she at last, her voice muffled in my breast.
gpt
Surely nought is there in all this wretched world so desolate as a loveless woman! Can you not--pity me--a little, yes?
human
Aye, I do pity you!
gpt
And pity is kin to love, Martino! And I can be patient, patient, yes!
human
Be yourself, said I, spurning the dagger into a corner;
gpt
You have, said she, never stirring.
human
I do scorn you greatly, hate you mightily, despise you infinitely--yet is my love greater than all--