human
Whenever I regard you in this manner, he said, carefully feeling his way,
gpt
human
It may be, she answered, blushing anew,
gpt
I sit by the way-side, like the man in the story, and think of the coming of my fate.
human
Fate? What fate?
gpt
Ah, who can tell, dear friend? That which one foresees is no longer one's fate!
human
Perhaps it's just the other way.
gpt
Perhaps you are right, she said, with a little mysterious sigh.
human
It may be as you say.