human
Poetry broke out in my first husband's family, she said,
gpt
You do not understand, said the poet, indulgently.
human
Your aura is not harmonious with mine.
gpt
Your--what?
human
My aura, explained Mr. Perkins, flushing faintly.
gpt
Each individuality gives out a spiritual vapour, like a cloud, which surrounds one. These are all in different colours, and the colours change with the thoughts we think. Black and purple are the gloomy, morose colours; deep blue and the paler shades show a sombre outlook on life; green is more cheerful, though still serious; yellow and orange show ambition and envy, and red and white are emblematic of all the virtues--red of the noble, martial qualities of man and white of the angelic disposition of woman,
human
What perfectly lovely ideas, she said, in a tone which made Dick's blood boil.
gpt
Are they original with you, Mr. Perkins?
human
I cannot say that they are wholly original with me, he admitted, reluctantly,
gpt
Humph! snorted Mrs. Dodd, pushing back her chair briskly.
human
I've been married seven times, an' I never had to breathe into no tube to let any of my husbands know when I was mad!
gpt
If you will come into the parlour just as twilight is falling, he said to the others,
human
I will gladly recite my ode on Spring.