human
Good-bye has come again, Mrs. Gower, said Buckingham.
gpt
One must always regret leaving Holmnest; but I have only time to catch my train.
human
Good-bye, and may all your wishes be granted.
gpt
I am fortunate,
human
Rest, after running about; though I think the fashion of New Year's calls is fast dying out.
gpt
It is, undoubtedly; this is my third and last. You are looking well after your frosty drive,
human
May every Christmas chime awaken in your heart Each bliss of by-gone years in which your life had part.
gpt
Yes, he said, thoughtfully,
human
But 'tis the memory of the bliss that brings the pain; at least I have found it so,
gpt
Yes, you are right; I have not thought of putting it to myself in that way; but I must not give you a sad train of thought. Ah, this is original,
human
O! sleep; O! gentle sleep, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
gpt
All the way from Ottawa; he evidently sees your eyes, which keep his open,
human
You are fanciful, Mr. Blair; but her color deepens under his gaze;
gpt
You give him a hard task, still I would lay any wager on your kindliness of heart, on your strong sense of honor. I don't think you would fool with a man's affections,