human
I can tell you, Mrs Gertrude and Mrs Anne shall not be in brown kersey, said Mrs Louvaine, in her usual petulant tone.
gpt
And if Aubrey don him not in satin and velvet, my name is not Faith.
human
It shouldn't have been, my dear, for it isn't your nature,
gpt
We need not follow a multitude to do evil,
human
Well, Madam, what comes that to--the brown kersey, trow? Edith saith truth, lawn is cold this weather.
gpt
I think, my dear, the green perpetuana were not too good, with clean apron, ruff, and cuffs, and a silver lace: but I would have nought more.