human
Thank heaven, quavered the Duke, not reading between the lines, as did his better-informed daughter-in-law.
gpt
We'll make a party and go there for the autumn. Frith will be delighted.
human
On Jim's account? inquired Leah, dryly.
gpt
Rather an effort, Duke.
human
On my account, rebuked the old man.
gpt
Frith knows that if Jim is to leave us --his voice faltered and fell--
human
I should like to see him depart.
gpt
Why does the prodigal son always banquet on the calf?
human
My dear, many failings require many excuses.
gpt
So it seems. Selfish people receive more praise for one creditable action, than do those kind-hearted fools who spend their lives in self-denial.
human
We must encourage the good seed to grow, my dear.
gpt
It usually springs up wild oats, with over-attention!