human
No, your Highness, he cried,
gpt
I insist --this to my protest that I had come last--that he had prior right--besides, he was an older man, etc., etc.--
human
I could not sleep if I thought you were not most comfortable--nothing can move me. Pardon me--will not your Highness accept one of my poor cigarettes? They, of course, are not like the ones you use, but I always do my best. I have now a new cigarette-girl, and she rolled them for me herself, and brought them to me just as I was leaving St. Petersburg. Permit me