human
It is many, many years since I have heard that string.
gpt
Wonderful, most wonderful! said the mystified violinist;
human
Aye, more to you than the world, said the tempter,
gpt
No drooping Clytie could be more constant than I to him who strikes the chord that is responsive in my soul.
human
Henceforth thou art mine, though death and oblivion lurk ever near thee!
gpt
It's no use, he said, turning to the office boy,
human
I don't believe they ever will find him, dead or alive. Whoever put up the job on Diotti was a past grand master at that sort of thing. The silent assassin that lurks in the shadow of the midnight moon is an explosion of dynamite compared to the party that made way with Diotti. You ask, why should they kill him? My boy, you don't know the world. They were jealous of his enormous hit, of our dazzling success. Jealousy did it.
gpt
of Perkins comprised rival managers, rival artists, newspaper critics and everybody at large who would not concede that the attractions managed by Perkins were the
human
We'll never see his like again--come in!
gpt
Bless my soul, are you a ghost?
human
A substantial one,
gpt
Are you really here?
human
How did it happen?
gpt
How did you escape? and the like, all of which Diotti parried with monosyllabic replies, finally saying:
human
I was dissatisfied with my playing and went away to study.
gpt
Do you know that the failure to fulfill your contract has cost me at least ten thousand dollars?
human
All of which I will pay, quietly replied the artist.
gpt
Besides I am ready to play now, and you can announce a concert within a week if you like.
human
If I like? cried the hustling Perkins.
gpt
Here, James, calling his office boy,
human
making a note of the various sizes of
gpt
he desired,