human
Oh, I shall keep you here! I shall be jealous and exigeant like Polly, and you----
gpt
I shall be a jealous, tyrannical husband, he rejoins, giving the rose-leaf cheek a soft pinch.
human
You will hardly dare dream your soul is your own.
gpt
No, I shall not dream it,
human
Unless, says the professor,
gpt
I grow homesick for my little cottage among the cliffs and my good Denise.