human
I never alluded to it to any one, continued the Marchioness.
gpt
Guatamara and Saint-Jeu, though such intimate friends, are ignorant of it. I would rather have any one think ever so badly of me, than reveal to them the cruel misfortune of my sweet Lucrezia----
human
But you, Augustus, you, and she smiled upon me till I grew as dizzy as after my first taste of milk-punch,
gpt
I have not the courage to let _you_ go off with any bad impression of me. I have known you a very little while, it is true--but a few hours, indeed--yet there are affinities of heart and soul which overstep the bounds of time, and, laughing at the chill ties of ordinary custom, make strangers dearer than old friends----