human
I was mistaken, thought I,
gpt
My dear Sir, said Thornton,
human
I am very sorry I could not see you to breakfast--a particular engagement prevented me--verbum sap. Mr. Pelham, you take me, I suppose--black eyes white skin, and such an ancle;
gpt
Well, said I,
human
I cannot blame you, whatever may be my loss--a dark eye and a straight ancle are powerful excuses. What says Mr. Warburton to them?
gpt
Really, he answered drily, and without moving from his uncourteous position,
human
Mr. Thornton only can judge of the niceties of his peculiar tastes, or the justice of his general excuses.