human
Mittie--Mittie Gleason! he exclaimed, bending on one knee, and trying to raise her--
gpt
she cried, starting to her feet, and shaking back her hair, which fell in a sable mantle over her shoulders, flowing far below the waist.
human
I am here. What do you wish of me? I am not prepared to receive company just yet, she added, deridingly;