human
Where is li’le Elizabeth? asked Michael plaintively.
gpt
For my sins, I forgot her when the Squire told us we were hunting the foxes who raided Wilstrop Wood.
human
Who is Elizabeth?
gpt
Oh, a lady to her hoof-tips, sir—loyal, debonair, a bairn in your hands when she loves you, and a devil to intruders. He turned, with the smile that brimmed out and over his Irish mouth.
human
Meccas all, the Governor asks who Elizabeth is. They knew in Oxford, and praised her grace of bearing.
gpt
Twins are never far apart, if they can help it, said Christopher.
human
It is daft to worry about Elizabeth, so long as Michael’s safe.