human
Miss Let, my feet done git cole--
gpt
But I am to be sent away on Monday! My angel, could you--fly, to-morrow?
human
My own! he said, when it was all arranged; then he held the lantern up and looked into her face, blushing and determined, with snowflakes gleaming on the curls that pushed out from under her big hood.
gpt
You will meet me at the minister's? he said, passionately.
human
You will not fail me?
gpt
I will not fail you!