human
I might as well face it, he said; and slowly lit a cigar. But instead of
gpt
he began to watch the first sparse and fitful beginnings of snow--hesitant flakes that sauntered down to rest for a crystal moment on his coat sleeve. Suddenly he caught his thoughts together with a jerk:
human
I've _got_ to think it out!
gpt
What a fool I am! Elizabeth had broken her engagement with him. I had the right to speak before the thing was smoothed over again. Anybody would say so, even--even Mrs. Richie if she could really understand how things were. But of course she will only see _his_ side.