human
The next is yours, breathed the voice at her side, softly.
gpt
Will you look?
human
Oh, blessed sunbeam, don't force me to see it! Let me go back and try to be better before I see my likeness. I am afraid now. The outside prettiness is n't anything, unless one's spirit is lovely too; and I--I could not look, for I know--I know how hateful mine would be. I have learned about it now, and it's like a book; if the story the book tells is not beautiful, the pictures won't be good to see. I have learned about it now, and I know better than I did. May I--oh, may I try again?
gpt
It is your turn next,
human
Not yet, oh, not yet! Let me wait. Let me try again.