human
It is my fault! I know quite well it is my fault, he cried, bending over me, his face so drawn and puckered with anxiety that he looked quite old.
gpt
I am a stupid, blundering fellow, and you have been an angel to be so sweet and forbearing. I am not fit to come near you, but I would rather cut off my right hand than hurt you in any way. You know that, don't you, Una?