human
Pelham, mon joli petit mignon, I have not seen you for an age--do give me your arm.
gpt
Non, perfide, it is my turn to be cruel now. Remember your flirtation with Mr. Howard de Howard.
human
Pooh! said Lady--, taking Lord Vincent's arm,
gpt
Do you forgive me? whispered I to Madame D'Anville, as I handed her to the salle a manger.
human
Does not love forgive every thing?
gpt
At least, thought I,
human