human
I'm at home. I'm in England.
gpt
to her. She remembered the care he had taken of her, the beautiful considerate devotion he had always shown her when she was longing so passionately for other things, trying with all her might and main to make him lose his head. _How_ badly she had behaved. She could wonder now dispassionately whether he had _ever_ been in love with her. On the whole, she thought, he never had. If she had not been married--it was a silly
human
The most he had said was
gpt
not a very satisfactory avowal when you came to think it over calmly. But she remembered how it had thrilled her at the time--what a blank cheque of possibilities it had seemed. She remembered, too, the evening when he had talked seriously to her--very gently, very tenderly, very gravely. She had thought he was going to say,
human
I don't want to be made unhappy, and, instead, he had said,
gpt
I don't want you to be unhappy.