human
Andrew, oh, Andrew!
gpt
You have tormented me continually, Iris, he said, with cool deliberation,
human
Let me tell you what I have done, he proceeded, with the malice born of a devil's nature.
gpt
I get rid of you to make room for another.
human
Spare me, Andrew,
gpt
I will not. You tormented me until life become a burden, harping on my shortcomings. You are too good for this world, Iris--just proper for an angel, and so 'tis best for you to go. I have found one who will fill your place to perfection, and make me a happy man, since she brings wealth to back her claims. I speak of Rose Alstine. She has promised to wed me as soon as you are dead--we have it all arranged!