human
You remember, _mon ami_, the pretty little houses along the Rue de Paris, at Passy, with the linden trees in front of them, and the clear marble door-steps?
gpt
It is not many months since I was passing by them, and saw at the window of one, the same sad face which I saw last at the grave. I went in, _mon ami_. I made myself known as the attendant on her father's death. She took my hand at this--ah, the soft white hand.