human
Indeed, said she, holding me off, the better to examine me,
gpt
I do find you something better-looking than you were!
human
Nay, but I am burned browner than any Indian.
gpt
This but maketh your eyes the bluer, Martin. And then you are changed besides--so much more gentle--kindlier--the man I dreamed you might become--
human
And you, said I,
gpt
Am I, Martin--in spite of these things?
human
Indeed, said I heartily,
gpt
What now?
human
Your hair!
gpt
Because when you look and turn so, and your hair short on your shoulders, you are marvellously like to Joanna.
human
What of her, Martin?
gpt
She is dead!