human
Don't be jealous, Frank.
gpt
You know the forfeit, said I,
human
I am happy to say that I am both able and willing, said she, and we sat down to dinner, but not before my father had given thanks in a manner more than usually solemn and emphatic. This essential act of devotion, so often neglected, brought tears into the eyes of all. Emily sank into her chair, covered her face with her pocket handkerchief, and relieved herself with tears. Clara did the same. My father shook me by the hand, and said,
gpt
Frank, this is a very different kind of repast to what we had yesterday. How little did we know of the happiness that was in store for us!
human
Come, said I,