human
It is almost as beautiful at sunrise, said Mrs. Clary;
gpt
What is that?
human
Never mind what it is in reality, answered Mrs. Clary.
gpt
I consider it enchanted--the Fortunate Land, whose shores and mountain-peaks can be seen only between dawn and sunrise, when they loom up distinctly, soon fading away, however, mysteriously into the increasing daylight, and becoming entirely invisible when the sun appears.
human
I saw it this morning, said Miss Graves, soberly.
gpt
It is only Corsica.
human
Brigands and vendetta,
gpt
Napoleon,
human
My idea of it is much the best, said Mrs. Clary;