human
A man throws off his mask when he is alone. If we could see him then we should know what is in his soul. Could she look into his face while he knew not of her being near she would know if he loved her. She tried to enlarge this fancy into a motive. It failed, however, to end her self-reproaches. Soon, almost in tears, she began to whisper:
gpt
I do not care. I must see him again. I cannot go until I have seen him.