human
Ah, ah--you are very foul o' blood! said she in bitter mockery.
gpt
she questioned, bending over me; but meeting her look, I scowled and held my peace.
human
Ha, won't ye talk? Is the sullen fit on you? said she, scowling also.
gpt
Then shall you hear me! And first, know this: you are mine henceforth, aye--mine! So saying, she seated herself on the cushioned locker whereby I lay and, setting her foot upon my breast and elbow on knee, leaned above me, dimpled chin on fist, staring down on me with her sombre gaze.
human
You are mine, said she again,
gpt
Aye, cried I bitterly,
human
Oh, la-la, fool--these I never loved--
gpt
Why, then, said I,
human
gpt