human
Is papa sending you to Montreal?
gpt
He was giving me orders when this news came.
human
You will come again?
gpt
My love! O my love! But he could not speak it. He looked around upon sky, forest, sweeping river--all the landscape of his bliss, the prison of his intolerable shame. A fierce peremptory longing seized him to kill his bliss and his shame at one stroke. Four words would do it. He had but to stand up and cry aloud,
human
I am an Englishman!