human
If I thought she were like you, Fräulein, I would gladly go to the end of the world to win from her even one smile.
gpt
No, no, Sir Max, said Yolanda, withdrawing her hand,
human
That is true, Fräulein, answered Max, sorrowfully,
gpt
--here his tones took energy and emphasis--
human
Do not be too sure that you will never say it again,
gpt
Shall we return, Sir Max?
human
The words 'Little Max' on your lips sounded sweet to me, Fräulein. They bring home to me the voice of my mother, and though I should not care to hear another speak them, still, the words are very pretty on your lips, and I like them.