human
One day I knew I was going to have a child, she threw out abruptly.
gpt
It--it made me quite ill. Then--well, you know the rest. I'm not complaining. I never thought it was going to be easy or pleasant, but, if I had my time over again----
human
I think not, Sonia,
gpt
I never expected a bed of roses, she answered haughtily. Then she suddenly covered her face with her hands.
human
You mean I'm not through with it yet? Mr. Stornaway, is it--is it as bad as people say? I'm not a coward, really; I don't believe I should mind if I _wanted_ it, if I were praying for a child, if it was going to be a child I should love.... That was what made me ill. When I first knew and I remembered the awful day when he turned me out of the house.... I wanted to kill myself. There was a big motor lorry racing along Knightsbridge, and I made up my mind to step in front ... as if I hadn't heard it. I stood on the kerb and put one foot forward.... Oh, but I wanted to live so badly! I couldn't, I simply couldn't! It was like tearing myself in two with my own hands. I just had time to think of next spring and all the early flowers coming up.... And then I knew that I should have to go through with it!