human
Permit me,
gpt
Good gracious! said Harriet, far more struck with this finery, than the exquisite architecture of the church;
human
At Bruges,
gpt
Oh, Heavens! done by Roman Catholic fingers. How horribly wicked you are--and yet it is so exquisite, that I really--
human
What day will you dine with us, Mr. Haveloc?
gpt
Whenever you please to command me, Lady Raymond,
human
Raymond would be so pleased if we brought you back with us; he thinks you still in town,
gpt
I cannot make it out to-day, I have so many things to do,
human
You will like to come, said Harriet,
gpt
Oh, if I was but single, exclaimed Harriet, who never hesitated saying what was uppermost in her mind,
human
Why did you never do me that honour when you had it in your power, Mrs. Gage?
gpt
Because, Mr. Haveloc, I had not then seen your altar-cloth.
human
Your sister uses me very ill, said he, turning to Lady Raymond;
gpt
What did it cost, Mr. Haveloc?
human
Will you confess to the cost of your chestnut, if I tell you?
gpt
Agreed.
human
Three hundred guineas.
gpt
You don't say so!
human
And the chestnut?
gpt
The very sum.
human
But my cloth will outlast your horse.
gpt
Well, I allow that, said Harriet;
human
You are both horridly extravagant, said Lucy,
gpt
Mr. Haveloc, said Harriet, beckoning him close to her,
human
Will your ladyship allow me to say to-morrow?
gpt
By all means, she said,
human
I wish I could,