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Ah, Hallings! said my friend, cordially shaking hands with his humble acquaintance, whose countenance brightened with pleasure at the kind greeting--
gpt
Be pleased to look, sir at these few plants I have made free to pot for Mrs L----, answered the venerable Hallings, with a glance of conscious pleasure, not unmingled with pride, as he directed my friend's attention to some perfect specimens of the choice flowers in question:
human
I will send them down to the lady to-morrow morning by my brother's cart, and Celia and I shall be proud to think madam will accept them, and set some store, may be, on our poor offering, for the remembrance of old times, and the sake of those who are gone. You may remember, sir, how our dear lady prized this particular sort?
gpt
Well do I remember it, and those old times you allude to, my good Hallings. Methinks at this moment I can see your worthy venerable master, and his faithful companion and friend, the dear sister of whom you speak;--he, with one of these, her choice flowers, in his button-hole when he came into the drawing-room dressed for dinner, and she often assisted to her seat during her slight attacks of gout by Mrs Hallings, her faithful Celia. I believe, Hallings, Mrs Eleanor used to send her brother a daily present, for his afternoon toilet, of one of these rare beauties--was it not so?