human
; while Bob Otway, a mature philosopher of one-and-twenty, remarked to his friend, Dick Fenton, a practised cynicist of like years, that
gpt
was certainly
human
Which reflection he capped by the assurance that Andana was a
gpt
It’s perfectly impossible not to propose to a girl if her Q’s are all right, he said—and then, by way of illustration—
human
Anyway, my boy, she didn’t hold out the tails of your threes, and that’s something. Poor old Mondy! I expect he’s wondering what he did it for now. He must have thawed a bit before he got back to town. A man can’t be expected to know what he’s doing out here—and that Toogood girl could fall down. Why, I believe she practised it before the glass just to show what a pretty ankle she had got. She always used to come down just when old Mondy was there to pick her up.
gpt
Of course she did. She specialised in him, just as those Rider girls would specialise in you, Dick, if they got the chance. You heard they came over from Caux on Thursday?
human
Yes, the parson told me—what an old dear he is, making love to the ’little widow’ at his time of life! Why, she can’t be five-and-twenty—
gpt
And she is undoubtedly ’it.’ I’m beginning to be sorry for the Rider girls, Dick.
human
It’s the way they take the last corner on the ice-run, he said sorrowfully,
gpt
I know I shall be done for if I win the doubles with Marjory. She holds my neck so tight that I believe she’ll strangle me some day—
human
She’ll do that unless you propose to her; you’d better get it over, old chap, and I’ll write to your people. By Jove, though, it’s hot, isn’t it?—couldn’t you drink a lager beer?