human
I will write to her, he said to himself;
gpt
I cannot wait to tell her that I know of her treachery--and then everything will be at an end between us. I will try to forget her.
human
You will deceive me no more! this time I have seen--seen with my own eyes--that you devote to another the hours that I am not with you. And you told me that I was wrong to be jealous! Ah! your treachery is shameful! Why not have told me frankly that you no longer loved me? But women are never willing to be frank! It is a part of their nature to deceive. I knew it, and I should not have believed you. Adieu, madame, and this time it is really forever!