human
She deceived me; it was Kathleen,
gpt
My dearest girl, she did not tell me anything about it, but of course she believed you were an impostor. You believe me? you will let me be your friend, Kathleen?
human
Come and see me at Mrs. Stone's to-morrow, Alpine,
gpt
How do you do, Mr. Layne? Will you, too, take me for an impostor?
human
No, indeed, Miss Carew, for I am sure there can not be a copy of your beautiful face in all the world,