human
Don't tell me, Uncle Gage, that it is not their fault! she exclaimed, when Captain Gage ventured to remonstrate with her for her dislike.
gpt
Good people, always have handsome children. Your children were all handsome!
human
Little sinners! cried Harriet,
gpt
I'll have them all five to the breakfast, that I may make them ill for a fortnight. I know they are greedy by the look of them. I know they will eat as long as I choose to stuff them.