human
You really must come to our Harvest Home, Miss Ankers, she babbled;
gpt
How can I? asked Dora tartly,
human
That Bella Huxham left her home and my guardianship is purely her own fault, she replied.
gpt
I promised to look after her, at poor Jabez's request. But she chose to behave in a way of which I did not approve, and to engage herself to a man, who is not the husband I should have picked for her.
human
Bella has every right to choose a husband for herself,
gpt
Girls are not clever enough to choose the right man. And Mr. Lister----
human
You know nothing about him, Mrs. Vand.
gpt
That is exactly what I complain of, said the other woman triumphantly,
human
He may be, but he is not. Mr. Lister is a gentleman.
gpt
That doesn't prevent his being a bad character.
human
Well, said Dora, rising to terminate the visit,
gpt
I don't care about discussing my friends.
human
Let us shelve the subject, she said grandly,
gpt
prattled Mrs. Vand, as her hostess skilfully edged her towards the door.
human
Henry does not intend to sow wheat again, and the grounds of Bleacres will be thrown open to the public.
gpt
People are not fond of wandering in marshes, said Dora dryly.
human
If you want to please us, throw open the Manor-house. That is interesting, if you like.
gpt
And haunted, said the visitor in a thrilling whisper;
human
No! snapped Dora, tartly; then her curiosity got the better of her dislike for Mrs. Vand.
gpt
Is it really haunted?
human
There are footsteps, and whisperings, and rappings in the twilight. I told Henry that if this sort of thing continued, I should leave the place.