human
I guess that I'm still a mountaineer at heart, she whispered, as she mechanically bowed her head with the others.
gpt
I almost feel as though I could kill her. Poor Donald! He has always been so blindly trusting where his heart was concerned.... Perhaps Dorothy is right, perhaps he is better off, if it is true; but if this embitters him, if it spoils his faith in womankind, I shall hate her as long as I live. Then came the reflection that the report might not be true.
human
I shall go and ask her, myself, this afternoon!