human
Fie, Martin! said she, mighty demure.
gpt
Is it well to be so extravagant in praise of your own? Which last words put me to such ecstasy that I fell dumb forthwith; noting the which, she came a little nearer to slip her cool fingers into mine,
human
Though, indeed, quoth she,
gpt
I am glad to find you so observant! And my hair? Doth it please you, thus? And now I saw her silky tresses (and for all their mutilation) right cunningly ordered, and amid their beauty that same wooden comb I had made for her on the island.
human
Well, dear sir?