human
Oh, Miss Carew, can you _ever_ forgive me?
gpt
It was not your fault, Daisy, darling. But you must call me Kathleen; you know we are not strangers to each other. I know all about you. I have lived at your home, slept in your pretty room, and--can _you_ ever forgive _me_, dear?--I read your sweet diary! I was so lonely and so curious over the girl whose identity had become mixed with mine.
human
It was very silly, was it not?--that is all I regret about it, Daisy Lynn answered, blushing crimson. Then she looked fearlessly into Kathleen's eyes as she added:
gpt
But I am cured now. I despise him. I could not love him now if he begged me on his knees!
human
I am glad of that, dear, for he was not worthy of you,
gpt
You know him?