human
Yes, you were wrong, repeated Lucy, gathering strength and courage as she spoke,
gpt
I?
human
Yes; when you refused to speak the one word which would have opened my eyes, you did all this. And yet you dare to look upon me as upon some foul thing which your delicate eyes must turn from with disgust and loathing--but it shall not be. I dare you to speak your thoughts. I tell you, that wild butterfly of the ball-room, as I have been--the plaything of an hour--I dare to stand before you, and to say that I would hide my face for shame, had I exposed another, body and soul, as you have exposed me.