human
The Embankment, and from her father himself, that she was the luckiest singing girl at this moment known in Europe.
gpt
By G----, she'll get him! such had been the exclamation made with horror by Mr. Moss, and the echo of it had found its way to her ears. The more Mr. Moss was annoyed, the greater ought to have been her delight. But,--but was she in truth delighted? As she came to think of the reality she asked herself what were the pleasures which were promised to her. Did she not feel that a week spent with Frank Jones in some little cottage would be worth a twelvemonth of golden splendour in the
human
Marble Halls