human
I never could correct that composition, observed Shirley, as Moore concluded.
gpt
Your censor-pencil scored it with condemnatory lines, whose signification I strove vainly to fathom.
human
French may be half forgotten, but the habits of the French lesson are retained, I see, said Louis.
gpt
My books would now, as erst, be unsafe with you. My newly-bound St. Pierre would soon be like my Racine--Miss Keeldar, her mark, traced on every page.
human
Tell me what were the faults of that _devoir_? she asked.
gpt
Were they grammatical errors, or did you object to the substance?
human
I never said that the lines I drew were indications of faults at all. You would have it that such was the case, and I refrained from contradiction.
gpt
What else did they denote?
human
No matter now.
gpt
Mr. Moore, cried Henry,
human
If I ask for any, it will be 'Le Cheval Dompté,'