human
Are you ashamed of my working? she asked, with something between a tear and a smile.
gpt
Sometimes I used to be afraid you would think the less of me because circumstances made me an independent woman, earning my own bread. Do you?
human
My darling, no. I am proud of her. But she must never work any more. Johanna says right; it is a man's place, and not a woman's. I will not allow it.