human
Emma, he said, tenderly,
gpt
Yes, she replied, and her voice sounded hoarse.
human
There lie the letters. Read them, and see if they are what you wish.
gpt
Not at all, her husband exclaimed, gaily.
human
I have implicit confidence in your tact. H'm! the perusal of such letters is a sorry amusement.
gpt
Do you suppose that it was a pleasure to write them?
human
You are irritable again. One cannot venture upon the slightest jest with you. Do you suppose that I enjoy being forced to ask you to write the letters? Good heavens! it is hard enough, but--circumstances will have it so.
gpt
That eternal sewing is very bad for you. Come to bed.
human
I cannot. I am not sleepy, she replied, plying her needle;