human
Madam, I said at last,
gpt
I would I might dwell here for ever, but--you are slow! The night passes. Come. My master will be waiting. He is ill; I fear he can not sleep. I know how intent he is on meeting you. I beg you to oblige an old, a dying man!
human
And you, Monsieur, she mocked at me from beyond the curtain,