human
My, Miss Lorna, wouldn't the pattern go round? The charwoman said,
gpt
I like a bit of gilding meself. It looks 'andsome. The parlourmaid said,
human
How will the furniture look against it, miss? which was really the nastiest hit of all; only the little Tweeny stared and flushed, and rolled her hands in her apron, and said,
gpt
All them roses on the wall! It would be like a Bank-'oliday to sit aside 'em!
human
By Jove, is it really done! Aren't you dead beat? I say, Miss Sackville, don't do any more to-day. It's too bad of Lorna to work you like this. I shall interfere in my professional capacity.