human
Do you understand, presently began Mrs. Chatterton, fastening her cold blue eyes upon her,
gpt
Do you understand what your position is in this house?
human
Yes, said Polly, in a low voice, and dashing out the violet water with a reckless hand,
gpt
I do.
human
Take care,
gpt
What is it, pray, since you understand it so well?
human
I understand that I am here in this house, said Polly, quite cold and white,
gpt
DEAR Mr. King! echoed Mrs. Chatterton, in shrill disdain.
human
Stuff and nonsense, and she put her head back for an unpleasant cackle; it could hardly be called a laugh.
gpt
What an idiot the man is to have the wool pulled over his eyes in this fashion. I'll tell you, Polly --and she raised herself up on her elbow, the soft lace falling away from the white, and yet shapely arm. This member had been one of her strongest claims to beauty, and even in her rage, Mrs. Chatterton paused a second to glance complacently at it in its new position--
human
I'm glad I am,