human
See how I read them, mademoiselle! One thought is of uneasy suspicion; it is typified by a hard-lipped, grasping man. One thought is of profound regret; it is typified by a darkly welling stream of oil. One thought----
gpt
Who--who are you? she breathed, with a gasp that was almost of fear.
human
Who are you, monsieur?
gpt
A humble brother of minor orders, and he bowed.
human
Shall I not continue with my reading? The third thought, mademoiselle, is one of hope; it is typified by a small man who is dressed all in gray----
gpt
I think that you have made some grave error, monsieur, she said. Her voice was cold, charged with dismissal and offended dignity.
human
I pray you, excuse me.