human
I do implore You for this evening, Theodore, she had said.
gpt
Leave them to-night, and stay with me instead.
human
A silly poppet! Theodore pinched her ear.
gpt
You'd like to have our good Elector turn Me out I think.
human
But, Theodore, something queer Ails me. Oh, do but notice how they burn, My cheeks! The thunder worried me. You're stern, And cold, and only love your work, I know. But Theodore, for this evening, do not go.