human
We mustn't come here any more, Le Compte,
gpt
And for why, my angel precious?
human
Why, do you know, replied Mrs. Winslow with earnestness,
gpt
I sometimes really believe I am being watched!
human
No, that was impossible!
gpt
And sometimes, she continued, paying no attention to him,
human
You should have pleasure in the appearance, responded Le Compte insinuatingly,
gpt
That's so, that's so, she answered quickly, in a tone of vengeful joyousness.
human
I'll bring the old devil to my feet yet. I'll crush him out and ruin his fortune, if it takes me all my life. I'll get the biggest part of it, too; and then, Le Compte, we'll get out of this cursed country and enjoy ourselves the rest of our lives.
gpt
Yes, in Paris, the magnificent, the beautiful, the sublime! Then we will live in one heaven of love. Oh, beautiful, beautiful!
human
There, Le Compte, said his companion, suddenly becoming practical again,