human
I hate to leave you, he declares.
gpt
Are you just going to stand and look on?
human
Are you not going to allow Mrs. Grandon to dance? asks madame, in a soft, half-reproachful tone.
gpt
She stands there looking like a Peri at the gate, forbidden to enter youth's paradise.
human
She is not forbidden,
gpt
She is enough to tempt an anchorite, declares Mr. Murray, gallantly.
human
I could sigh for the days of past and gone youth. Have you forsworn such gayeties, Grandon? But I need hardly ask a man of your stamp----
gpt
As we have no advantages of acquiring Germans in deserts,
human
They are the offshoots of civilization, says Latimer,