human
Flying Post, and I knew nothing about politics.
gpt
Who is Mr. St. John? said I; my uncle had renewed the office of a zephyr. The daughter of the Beauty heard and answered,
human
The most charming person in England. I bowed and turned away.
gpt
How vastly explanatory! said I. I met a furious politician.
human
Who is Mr. St. John?
gpt
The cleverest man in England,
human
Nothing can be more satisfactory, thought I. Stopping a coxcomb of the first water,
gpt
Who is Mr. St. John?
human
The finest gentleman in England,
gpt
Perfectly intelligible! was my reflection on this reply; and I forthwith arrested a Whig parson,--
human
Who is Mr. St. John?
gpt
The greatest reprobate in England!