human
Am I interrupting you?
gpt
Not a bit, said Jean, putting down her pen and rubbing her wrist.
human
Isn't it annoying. I've got to quite an exciting part, and my wrist is giving me hell.
gpt
Can I do anything for you?
human
I don't exactly see what you can do, she said,
gpt
What is it?
human
I suppose you could do it, she said,
gpt
What is it? smiled Lydia.
human
I'm sure you're not going to ask the impossible.
gpt
The thought occurred to me that perhaps you might write as I dictated. It would only be two or three pages, said the girl apologetically.
human
I'm so full of the story at this moment that it would be a shame if I allowed the divine fire of inspiration--that's the term, isn't it--to go out.
gpt
Of course I'll do it, said Lydia.
human
I can't write shorthand, but that doesn't matter, does it?
gpt
No, longhand will be quick enough for me. My thoughts aren't so fast,
human
What is it all about?
gpt
It is about a girl, said Jean,
human
How thrilling!
gpt
And she's got away to America. She is living a very full and joyous life, but the thought of her sin is haunting her and she decides to disappear and let people think she has drowned herself. She is really going into a convent. I've got to the point where she is saying farewell to her friend. Do you feel capable of being harrowed?
human
I never felt fitter for the job in my life,