human
Our dear little old woman is such a capital old woman, Richard would say, coming up to meet me in the garden early, with his pleasant laugh and perhaps the least tinge of a blush,
gpt
You know, Dame Durden, dear, Ada would say at night, with her head upon my shoulder, and the firelight shining in her thoughtful eyes,
human
I don't want to talk when we come up-stairs here. Only to sit a little while, thinking, with your dear face for company; and to hear the wind, and remember the poor sailors at sea--
gpt
So I apprehend it's pretty clear, said Richard to me,