human
Just look, said Farallone in a friendly voice.
gpt
Those whom God hath joined together. What did the press say of it?
human
I don't remember,
gpt
You lie, said Farallone.
human
The press called it an ideal match. My God! he cried--and so loudly that the bride and the groom must have heard--
gpt
Just for a handful of silver she left me, Just for a yacht and a mansion of stone, Just for a little fool nest of fine feathers She wed Nicodemus and left me alone.
human
But she'd never seen me, he went on, and mused for a moment.
gpt
Having seen me--do you guess what she's saying to herself? She's saying: 'Thank God I'm not too old to begin life over again,' or thinking it. Look at him! Even you wouldn't have been such a joke. I've a mind to kick the life out of him. One little kick with bare toes. Life? There's no life in him--nothing but a jenny-wren.