human
Jim and I don't want money, dear, she said, kissing Lady Frith;
gpt
Oh no, prattled Hilda, in her childish way.
human
I want every one to love me, ever so much.
gpt
I am sure they do. Isn't Frith jealous?
human
As nearly jealous as a perfect man can be.
gpt
I thought perfect men had no imperfection, retorted Lady Jim, ironically;
human
another kiss--