human
You look pale, my daughter, her father would sometimes say.
gpt
I fear you are not well.
human
I am perfectly well,
gpt
Will you not sit with us? Mrs. Gleason would frequently ask, as she and Helen drew near the blazing fire, with their work-baskets or books, for winter was now abroad in the land.
human
Will you not read to us, or with us?
gpt
I prefer being in my own room,