human
Monsieur St. Georges honoured our poor house no more, she said,
gpt
Oh, monsieur, she said,
human
while as she spoke she leaned forward so that her fair--yet, alas! painted--face almost bent over his sleeve, and her clear, starlike eyes gazed into his,
gpt
I know nothing, he replied,
human
--he said
gpt
with a sob in his voice--
human
One of his lemans! she whispered, while over her face there crept a blush deeper than the court-ordained paint--
gpt
I know it, he replied.
human
Masked, too, as though, foul as she might be, she still had some shame, dreaded to show her face in such proceeding.