human
When? said Dubarre at last.
gpt
Not yet,
human
I was thinking of my first theft--an apple from my brother's plate, said Dubarre, with a dry smile.
gpt
You?
human
I, of my first lie.
gpt
That apple was the sweetest fruit I ever tasted.
human
And I took the penalty of the lie, but I had no sorrow.
gpt
Now? asked Villiard, after an hour had passed.
human
I am ready.
gpt
Shall we bind our eyes? asked Dubarre.
human
I do not know the glasses that hold the poison.
gpt
Nor I the bottle that held it. I will turn my back, and do you change about the glasses.
human
One! two! three--!
gpt
Take one,
human
Again,
gpt
You choose,