human
Come on, she said, turning abruptly toward the tent,
gpt
I'm starved for my supper!
human
You bad girl, cried Clarice Van Rensselaer from the table,
gpt
She glanced with a well-bred look of quizzical amusement from Hope's brilliant, flushed face to the man who accompanied her.
human
Well, you see that I for one didn't wait for you, she concluded;
gpt
William has outdone himself this time,