human
We always have been so impersonal. Of course I meant people in general,
gpt
We have theorized and speculated together a great deal, I know. So this was only one more speculation, was it?
human
Why, Mr. Page! said Clover, scarcely above the breath that was failing her.
gpt
How could you think
human
I don’t know now, myself, he answered with simplicity.
gpt
I suppose I was so suffused with love of you that this one hint at reciprocation set my head aflame, and brought on an attack of emotional insanity. I ask your pardon; but all the same, Clover, I am not ashamed, and I cannot regret it. It was my good angel who held your little hand while you wrote that, for it gave me moments of such happiness as I never knew before, and perhaps never shall again.