human
Marcel, she began, and her voice was tired and thin,
gpt
I want you to do something for me. I want you to—to tell a lie for me.
human
Why, child, what’s the matter?
gpt
Marcel, Mamsey thought I was here last night. Will you please tell her I was?
human
Lord! child, where were you last night? I thought you were keeping my boarder as well as your own. Mam’selle just stopped here; she looked queer enough when she found you were not here. There’s no use of the lie, child. She knows.