human
Come, come, Margaret, said Lucy;
gpt
I cannot wait any longer. If you say a word more, she added, in a whisper,
human
Then there is something. Oh Margaret! you would not be so cruel as to hide it!
gpt
I think you are very unkind and unjust to suspect me of concealing anything, Amy, replied Margaret, her pride and her fears being awakened by the open accusation,
human
You may find out what you will, but you will hear nothing from me; I am not going to stay here to be accused of hiding things.