human
No more afternoon calls on châteaux for me, after _that_ experience,
gpt
Oh, I shall be disappointed if you won't go with me to the Château of St. Pierre which we saw in the photograph--that quaint mass of towers and pinnacles, on the very top of a peaked rock, said the Boy.
human
I've been looking forward to it more than to anything else, but I shan't have courage to do it alone.
gpt
Courage? I echoed.
human
After the brazen way in which you stalked through the scattered belongings of the family at Aymaville, you would stop at nothing.
gpt
In other words, I suppose you think me a typical Yankee boy? But I really was nervous, and inclined to apologise to somebody for being alive. That's why I can't go through another such ordeal without company; yet I wouldn't miss this eleventh-century castle for a bag of your English sovereigns.
human
If only it had been left alone, and not restored! I groaned.
gpt
In that case we should meet no one but bats.
human
We? Then you will go with me?
gpt
I suppose so, I sighed.
human
It can't add more than a dozen grey hairs, and what are they among so many?
gpt
from which sprouted a still more bizarre château. From our low level, it was impossible to tell where the rock stopped, and where the castle began, so deftly had man seized every point of vantage offered by Nature--and
human
Excelsior!