human
Poor child, poor child! And the words woke the child, he opened his large eyes and lisped, unabashed,
gpt
Why, poor child? Is Gery sick?
human
Elsa, dear Elsa, this is lovely in you! What an surprise! I only know you from my husband's accounts, and from my wedding-day, but I shall love you frightfully, that I feel already.
gpt
she cried.
human
A portal like a church, gray walls, cracked window-sills, balconies and volutings, small-paned old cloister windows! I am charmed, Felix--charmed! _C'est tout a fait seigneurial!_ If you knew, Elsa, how tired I am of modern villas, stucco and plate glass. Ah, you poor, little creature! I had half forgotten you;