human
Nothing of the sort, she replied.
gpt
My father will never allow me to be photographed, and there would be a riot in Pont Aven if the shops couldn't sell picture postcards of the Queen.
human
Hurry up! cried single-minded Barbe.
gpt
Let's pray to Sainte Barbe before Mother comes, or she'll be telling me what I must ask for, and I mean to take your advice, Yvonne.