human
The myrtle and the rose, the rose, The sunshine and the swallow, The dream that comes, the dream that goes, The memories that follow!
gpt
My cause is pleaded in your own language, Hadria, Hadria; listen to it, listen. You know what is in my heart; I can't apologize for feeling it, for I have no choice; no man has where you are concerned, as you must have discovered long ago. And I do not apologize for telling you the truth, you know it does you no wrong. This is no news to you; you must have guessed it from the first. Your coldness, your rebuffs, betrayed that you did. But, ah! I have struggled long enough. I can keep silence no longer. I have thought of late that your feeling for me had changed; a thousand things have made me hope--good heavens, if you knew what that means to a man who had lost it! Ah! speak--don't look like that, Hadria,--what is there in me that you always turn from? Speak, speak!
human
Ah! life is horribly difficult! she exclaimed.
gpt
I wish to heaven I had never budged from the traditions in which I was educated--either that, or that everybody had discarded them. I feel one way and think another.
human
Then you do love me, Hadria,
gpt
Oh, answer me, answer me--Yes or no, yes or no?