human
(these words Anna whispered with terror); she loved everything that was beautiful, and dressed herself at haphazard; she could not endure to have young men pay court to her, but in books she read only those pages where love was the theme; she did not care to please, she did not like petting and never forgot caresses as she never forgot offences; she was afraid of death, and she had killed herself! She had been wont to say sometimes,
gpt
I do not meet the sort of man I want--and the others I will not have! --
human
Well, and what if you should meet the right sort? Anna had asked her.--
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If I do ... I shall take him. --
human
But what if he will not give himself? --
gpt
Well, then ... I will make an end of myself. It will mean that I am good for nothing.
human
Who was the father of that black-visaged little devil of thine?--I was not! )--Clara's father, in the endeavour to get her off his hands as promptly as possible, undertook to betroth her to a wealthy young merchant, a very stupid fellow,--one of the
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sort. Two weeks before the wedding (she was only sixteen years of age), she walked up to her betrothed, folded her arms, and drumming with her fingers on her elbows (her favourite pose), she suddenly dealt him a blow, bang! on his rosy cheek with her big, strong hand! He sprang to his feet, and merely gasped,--it must be stated that he was dead in love with her.... He asked:
human
What is that for? She laughed and left the room.--
gpt
I was present in the room, narrated Anna,
human
added Anna,
gpt
After that, remarked Anna,