human
Imagine the daughters of my old friend Colonel Dinwiddie selling bibelots to any vulgarian who has the effrontery to purchase them! What can their brothers be thinking of? he would groan.
gpt
Of course you will be careful never to enter the shop, my dears! The poor ladies shall not be embarrassed by having to wait on _my_ wife and daughter, at least.
human
had to her a chilling, impersonal, busybodyish sound, almost as ugly as
gpt
She was not of those to whom a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
human
Charity sounded to her Christian, and warm, and friendly; but she dreaded to offer
gpt
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