human
Bastel, said I at length, shrouding myself as completely as I possibly could in tobacco-smoke,
gpt
I have a confession to make. You need no longer keep up any reserve with me about--you know what. The wound inflicted by a certain pair of eyes (again the old lyrical style, this time with a touch of Spanish colour),
human
Is it really so? he said.
gpt
Well, then, I can tell you, you remove a great weight from my heart. I have reproached myself a hundred times for accepting your sacrifice, and my best hours with her have been embittered by the thought of having done you wrong. I did not indeed feel sure that you would have been satisfied with what made me so happy. And besides I felt that it would have been wholly impossible for me to have renounced her. But now--now all is right.