human
What kind of a woman am I?
gpt
You were thinking of this--of that--of the time on the stairs when, with his face close to yours, he asked you if you loved the man you'd be going away with--of the evening at the gate when your hand was in his and it was so hard to take it away. He has no position to offer you. There's nothing remarkable about him beyond a capacity for making money. He's beneath you from every point of view except that of his mere manhood, and yet you feel that you could let yourself slip into that--into the strength and peace of it--