human
How old are you?
gpt
Twenty-five, he replied, looking down into her dark, inquiring eyes with something like eagerness in his own. He was saying over and over again to himself that never had he seen any one so lovely as she.
human
I am six years older than you. Somehow, I feel that I am younger. Rather odd, is it not?
gpt
Six years, she mused, looking into the fire. The glow of the blazing logs cast changing, throbbing shadows across her face, now soft and dusky, like velvet, under the warm caress of the firelight.
human
Sometimes I feel much older than nineteen, she went on, shaking her head as if puzzled.
gpt
I remember that I was supposed to be very large for my age when I was a little girl. Everybody commented on my size. I used to be ashamed of my great, gawky self. But, she continued, shrugging her pretty shoulders,
human
You say you knew my father, he said, haltingly.
gpt
What was he like?
human
He was very tall, she said in a low voice.
gpt
As tall as you are.
human
I have only a dim recollection of him, he said.
gpt
You see, I made my home with my grandparents after I was five years old. He did not offer any further information.
human
As a tiny lad I remember wishing that I might grow up to be as big as my father. Did you know him well?