human
Pain you, Bianca? he said, as he sat down;
gpt
I think, Signor Marchese, she said, dropping her large eyes beneath their long fringes, and looking adorably lovely as she did so,
human
I am afraid that what you have wished is--what some might deem offensive to a lady.
gpt
Bianca, is that reasonable? he said, in a tone of remonstrance.
human
Diamine, let us talk common sense; we are not children. Have you always found such wishes as mine offensive in others?
gpt
Yes, always--always offensive, always cruel, she said, with extreme energy;
human
Bianca, what is it--what is moving you so? Don't you know that you are dear to me;--that I would--Don't you know that I would do anything to be agreeable to you rather than give you any sorrow or pain? What is there within my power that I would not do? Bianca,--let me tell you--let me speak the truth--I cannot keep it in my own heart any longer--I love you! You have come to be all that I care for in the world. Bianca, do you hear me? For your love I would sacrifice all,--everything in the world; I die without it; I must have it--I must! You have been loved before; but never as I love you--never, never! And, Bianca, I--I--Bianca, you are my first love--my only love. Never, till I saw you, did I care to look on a woman for a second time; I never felt love. But, when I saw you--the first time--the first hour--Bianca, I must have your love or die; I thirst--I hunger for it. Since I have known you all my nature is changed; all my old life is flat and unmeaning, and without interest to me. I care for none of the things I used to care for; all--all has melted and slipped away from me, and nothing remains but one great devouring rage and passion--my love for you!