human
It's all right. I caught up with him,
gpt
Now mark that, began Charrington.
human
This impostor gave those things to Mrs. North, I'll warrant, with rolling eyes that seemed to say that even to have touched them had been a huge joy. Waddy did not defend himself.
gpt
I wouldn't be a cherub, as you are, even if I could, went on Charrington.
human
You belong to Christmas-cards--your chin on your clasped hands. What is a cherub out of business--a cherub going about clothed, and with an umbrella? It's ghastly.
gpt
How do you do, Miss Wood?
human
Andate via! Raffaello, astounded by this unexpected
gpt
Clear out!