human
Your skirt is ruined, your hair is coming down, your hat is half off your head, and your shoes--in Heaven's name, Maria! what HAVE you done with your shoes?
gpt
Somewhere between here and the carriage, she answered;
human
Dick can run back and find it, while he is looking for your brooch, mamma. Dick's so obliging.
gpt
I may as well carry them in my hand like the market girls at Saumur, for we have got to wade soon,