human
Don't be too fast, my friend. You belong, perhaps, to a society that wears a mask--made up, nevertheless, of
gpt
_Your_ Mrs. Bird is just as jealous, but for another reason, and with this difference, too, that _she_ can smile upon her bitterest enemy, when and where the rules of fashionable life demand it. You've got a Squire Longbow or two with you in all probability--not dressed in homespun, but