human
Agcepted! Agcepted! Ah, Aline! by that kindnezz and sag-acitie of Mr. Chezter--and all the rez' of our Royal Street frien'--you are biccome the diz-ting-uish' and _lucrative_ authorezz, Mlle. Chapdelaine!
gpt
he said,
human
And to stop us from telegraphing! M. De l'Isle broke in,
gpt
Oh! cried the tender Yvonne--original rescuer of Marie Madeleine from boy lynchers--
human
Me, I cann' think, her sister persevered,
gpt
No, Beloiseau rejoined,
human
Oh, frien', I assure you, that manuscrip' is agcept'. And tha'z the proof; that both Yvonne and me we've had a presentiment of that already sinze the biggening! Ah-h-h!
gpt
Mademoiselle, that lady yonder --he gave his wife a courtier's bow--
human
[Applause.]
gpt
But ad the en', I su'pose tha'z for Mr. Chezter, our legal counsel, to conclude.
human
Or, ventured Mme. Alexandre,
gpt
I tell you! They are sicretly inquiring Thorndyke-Smith--lit'ry magnet--to fine out if we are truz'-worthy! And tha'z the miztake we did---not sen'ing the photograph of Mlle. Aline ad the biggening. But tha'z not yet too late; we can wire them from firz' drug-store, 'Suspen' judgment! Portrait of authorezz coming!'
human
No,
gpt
No photograph would be convincing,
human
Oh, impossible! they cried.
gpt
That wou'n' be de-corouz!
human
Ladies an' gentlemen, said M. Castanado,
gpt
An' we 'ave reason!
human
Biccause hope!
gpt
Yes! said Dubroca.
human
That manuscrip' is not allone receive'; sinze more than a week 'tis _rittain'_, whiles they dillib-rate; and the chateau what dillib-rate'--you know, eh? M'sieu' De l'Isle, I move you we go h-on.
gpt
Why so silent?
human
Because so content, he said,
gpt
The half-book?
human
Though with the _vieux carré_ full of them?
gpt
Oh! mostly so raw, so bald, so thin!
human
Ah, I knew you would see that. As though human life and character were--what would say?
gpt
I'd say crustacean; their anatomy all on the surface. Such stories are not life, life in the round; they're only paper silhouettes--of the real life's poorest facts and moments. I state the thought poorly but you get it, don't you?
human
Once I heard mamma say to my aunts: 'So many of these _vieux carré_ stories are but pretty pebbles--a quadroon and a duel, a quadroon and a duel--always the same two peas in the baby's rattle.'
gpt
There are better stories for a little deeper search,
human
Ah, she said that too! 'And not,' she said, 'because the _vieux carré_ is unlike, but so like the rest of the world.'