human
That was excuse ab-undant!
gpt
Scipion he'd rather, always, a non-buying connoisseur than a buying Philistine.
human
Come any day! any hour!
gpt
Twenty year' ag-o, said the ironworker,
human
Aha-a-a! precizely ac-rozz the street from Mme. Alexandre! said the hostess.
gpt
M'sieu' et Madame De l'Isle! Now I detec' that!
human
Have they no son?--or--or daughter?
gpt
Not any, Mme. Alexandre broke in with a significant sparkle;
human
They live over my shop, Beloiseau said.
gpt
You muz' know that double gate nex' adjoining me.
human
Oh, that lovely piece of ironwork? I took that for a part of your establishment.
gpt
I have only the uze of it with them. My _grandpère_ he made those gate', for the father of Mme. De l'Isle, same year he made those great openwork gate' of Hotel St. Louis. You speak of episode'! One summer, renovating that hotel, they paint' those gate'--of iron openwork--in imitation--_mon Dieu_!--of marbl'! _Ciel_! the tragedy of _that_! Yes, they live over me; in the whole square, both side' the street, last remaining of the 'igh society.