human
It is strange, she said, in a dreamy tone, as if talking with herself.
gpt
I said it was strange, for he does not, and cannot, know me.
human
Yes, he answered,
gpt
I do know you--intuitively I know you. We have all faith in the beautiful. We cannot separate the beautiful and the good; they come both direct from God, they resemble him; and I know your power--you can make of me what you will. Oh, Margaret, will you shut me out for ever from the only chance of good I shall ever know? Can you ever, ever like me?
human
If I _were_ to like you, would you love me better than anything else in all the world?
gpt
Than all the world--than all the world,