human
Tom, my boy, I'm ready now.
gpt
Who is she, Jack?
human
You are out, Tom,
gpt
So is that medallion portrait, Jack, which has just escaped from your clerical coat.
human
Tom, he said,
gpt
Here's to the flower of all maidens for beauty; the incomparable! the divine! Dorothy Jacob. Dorothy of my soul and heart.
human
She's a Quaker, then,
gpt
She's a goddess, sir.