human
Tom, said the bride as they watched Grant Adams unhitch the horse by the lumber yard,
gpt
He's not my kind of folks, Laura, replied Van Dorn.
human
I know you like him. But that five will do him lots more good than my shaking his hand, and if that youth wasn't as proud as Lucifer he'd rather have five dollars than any man's hand. I would----if it comes to that.
gpt
But, Tom, answered the girl,
human
Well, my dear, he squeezed her gloved hand and in the darkness put his arm about her,
gpt
said the bridegroom as he pressed the bride very close to his heart,