human
Clara! My goodness, I've seen her having it done. A woman comes to her every morning of her life--a Mrs. Bryant here in town, and a Frenchwoman at Torquay, and they rub grease into her face and knead it and flap it with wet cotton wool, and tap it with litch bags full of dried leaves and herbs soaked in something. Oh, it's a wonderful business. The girl tossed her head with the contempt of her nineteen years for such devices.
gpt
I don't like her much, mother,
human
I know. I don't think I like her much either. But she's very pretty. People enjoy meeting her, and your father seems to have taken a fancy to her.