human
That's your old dear kindness for me, she smiled, with tears in her eyes.
gpt
You won't turn against me, anyhow, will you, Hobart?
human
No, my dear. Didn't I love you once?
gpt
And I do love your dear round face and your honest eyes. Yes, and the nose you used to be unhappy about--because it was a pug--in those very old days; and if my ship gets wrecked, I know you'll come out with the life-boat. Good-bye now, I'll write to you about it.
human
or having things crushed in you, needs, in the eyes of this world, a very solid backing of facts--things that can be sworn to in the box, that can be put in the