human
See, cried she, with a little, soft laugh,
gpt
Truly, said I, turning away,
human
I think your breeches do become you best--
gpt
Liar! she cried.
human
You know I am handsomer thus! Your eyes ha' told me so already. And look ye, I can be as soft and tender, as meek and helpless as any puling woman of 'em all, when I will. And if I hate fiercely, so is my love--ha, d'ye blench, fool, d'ye shrink; you thing shaped like a man, must ye cringe at the word 'love'?
gpt
Aye! said I, over my shoulder.
human
On your lips 'tis desecration!
gpt
Desecration--desecration? quoth she, staring on me great-eyed and biting at her scarlet nether lip.
human
Ha, dare ye say it, dog?