human
Ross, dear, you mustn't be so hasty! You mustn't! she entreated, squeezing his arm in her two hands as he looked down at her with his set, angry face.
gpt
You know Father, dear. He'll wish in half an hour, he'd bitten his tongue out sooner than spoken to you like that. You know he will. You're his first-born and his favourite--as you have always been. Try and see this thing clearly. Don't act in a hurry, dear. Just wait--wait until this evening, for my sake if not for your own. Don't leave me here to stick the thing out by myself. It isn't fair to me.