human
Wouldn't hear of it, said she, to Algy's latest successor, while munching American sweets in the up-going train.
gpt
Told him it would be spiffing to fetch the psalms up to mark, but he didn't catch on somehow. Wonder the Duchess can stand him, with his horrid correctness. She's fond of doing herself well.
human
Thought the Duchess had rather a shoppin' face,
gpt
Don't knew why she should. Got heaps of cake to chew. Might be she missed Demetrius.
human
Wheresey hang out?
gpt
Don't know. Went prancing off on his own. Got a puff?
human
Fancied she cottoned to th' Askew chap,
gpt
Sure she did--oh, rather! Aksakoff let on to me 'bout the boy jumping Paris to get fixed--British Embassy fixings, you know. Leah Pentland didn't bring it off somehow. Lucky for her, seeing Jim wasn't a goner. We really could not have received her, ended Mrs. Penworthy; then, aware that she had lapsed into decent English, corrected her mistake:
human
Mean we couldn't have let her chip into our game.
gpt
Like th' Duchess?
human
Don't know, quite. Saucy and swagger and all that. Freezes a bit--what? Talks like a book, you know. Awfully expensive rattle.
gpt
Thought she wasn't up to dick. Daresay she'll spin along on her own freely, when the hump's off.
human
Hump? She hasn't got the hump, or the needle either.
gpt
Very saucy hump, insisted the male linguist--
human
How very unnatural! sighed Mrs. Penworthy, reverting to English in her disgust.
gpt
Quite too awf'l to think how luck hooks on to her. Really makes one wish to be a bad woman, to see how she lands the salmon,
human
Cast the bantling on the rocks,