human
I'll explain thought Harlan, wretchedly. But after all what was there to explain, except that he had never seen Miss St. Clair before, never in all his life heard of her, never knew there was such a person, or had never met anybody who knew anything about her?
gpt
Besides, he continued to himself
human
She ought to trust me, he said to himself, resentfully, forgetting the absolute openness of thought and deed upon which a woman's trust is founded.
gpt
I'll read her the book to-night, he thought, happily,