human
It's a gentleman,
gpt
Well, come inside and shut the door--no use tellin' _him_ all about himself, said Rosalie.
human
I'm--I'm kind of expectin' a gentleman visitor I don't want to see yet. It's a matter of the heart, dearie, she added.
gpt
What sort of a looking gentleman?
human
He's got nice eyes, she said.
gpt
And he's dressed quiet but swell. Sort of tall and distinguished.
human
Did you look at his feet?
gpt
No 'm, not specially,
human
Well, you'd 'a' noticed, said Rosalie, covering up quickly.
gpt
The gentleman I don't want to see has a club foot--show him up, dearie.
human
If he's a new sitter, I'll have to stall. There's nothing as hard to bite into as a young man dope.
gpt
His shapely clothes bore neither fraternity pin nor society button; his face was comparatively inexpressive; to her attempts at making him chatter, he returned but polite nothings. Only one thing did she
human
before she assumed control. When she made him hold hands to
gpt
his finger rested for a moment on the base of her palm. She put that little detail aside for further reference, and slid gently into
human
making the most, as she assumed the slumber pose, of her profile, her plump, well-formed arms, her slender hands. This sitter was