human
I loved her, he would say to himself;
gpt
I loved her sincerely, but she did not love me, for she deceived me. That pipe case did not belong to any woman. So that she received visits from men without telling me! and when one's mistress once has mysteries of that sort in her life, everyone knows what it means. And that smell of tobacco, which I had noticed before! That smoker must have come often to see her! Ah! Nathalie, Nathalie! you who were the woman I had dreamed of--to be loved by whom would have made me so happy! But, no, women cannot be faithful; why should she have acted differently from the others?