human
Jack, she said, while her hand rested in his, and her frank eyes looked straight in his face with an expression in which there was no love at all--he saw that clearly--but only free and childlike affection,--
gpt
Jack--why do you look at me so sadly?--Jack, if I were like--if I were meant for that maiden of Arcadia you told me of----
human
Yes, Phil?
gpt
If other people in the world loved me, you would love me a little, wouldn't you?
human
Hearken what the Inner spirit sings, 'There is no joy but calm.' Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things?