human
Hush, dear, she said,
gpt
I only came upstairs to borrow a handkerchief. Go to sleep. I'm sure it won't bother your rest. Don't think of it again.
human
Nothing turns out the way you expect it, Rosalie, on her second Tuesday off, failed to meet her anxious young employer in the ladies' parlor of the Hotel Greenwich. Instead came a page, calling
gpt
Dr. Blake! It was a note--
human
Stuyvesant Fish Park as soon as you get this. R. Le G., it read. Dr. Blake leaped into a taxicab and hurried to the rendezvous. He spied her on a park bench, watching with interest the maneuvers of the little Russian girls, as they swarmed over the rocker swings. Even before he came within speaking distance of her, he perceived that something must have happened--read it in her attitude, her manner of one who lulls a suppressed excitement. When she turned to answer his quick
gpt
Mme. Le Grange!