human
I have made you still more miserable, he cries, remorsefully.
gpt
Oh, what shall I do! Why is it that you may know a thing in secret all your life, and yet the moment you speak of it, it is all wrong? I oughtn't have said a word, and yet it doesn't really make anything different. See, I haven't so much as touched your hand; you _are_ different from other women, you are like a pure little angel shut in a niche. And I mean to do whatever will make you happiest. If you would like me to marry Miss Murray----
human
Oh, she sighs with a great gasp,
gpt
Forgive me for being such a brute, he implores.
human
I shall never hurt or offend you again. I would give my right hand to see you happy. You must, you do believe this!
gpt
I believe it,