human
I thought I was dying. But one never dies,
gpt
Valeria, said Mrs. Temperley, while that lady was confusedly trying to disentangle hat and hair, hat-pin and head, without involving the entire system in a common ruin--
human
Valeria, we are not a remarkable people at Craddock Dene. We may be worthy, we may have our good points, but we are not brilliant (except the cook). Should Mr. Fleming fail to impress you as a person of striking personality, I ask you, as a favour, _not_ to emblazon that impression on every feature: should he address to you a remark that you do not find interesting, and it is quite conceivable that he may--do not glare at him scornfully for a moment, and----
gpt
As if I ever did any such thing--and people are so dull,