human
They've usually et by themselves, Mrs. Smithers was saying.
gpt
Is this a new one, or a friend of yours?
human
A friend, Mrs. Smithers--a very dear old friend of Mr. Carr's.
gpt
repeated Harlan, miserably, tiptoeing away to the library, where he sat down and wiped his forehead.
human
groaned Harlan, inwardly.
gpt
Anyway, I've had the crowded hour. 'Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay' --the line sang itself into his consciousness.
human
Europe be everlastingly condemned, he muttered.
gpt
Oh, how my head aches!
human
Cathay might be. It sounded like a nice, quiet place, with no
gpt
in it--a peaceful spot where people could write books if they wanted to.
human
Just why, he asked himself more than once,