human
I want to say a few words to you, Miss Walsingham.
gpt
I have been listening to an extraordinary list of your perfections from the Duke of Piermont, she commenced, trembling,
human
Lady Julie, said Margaret, whose face had grown terribly pale,
gpt
I am not worthy of these ungenerous imputations. Reconsider what you have said and treat me more justly.
human
Did I bring you here to be my mentor? cried my lady.
gpt
Did I ever suppose that you could meddle with my destiny? Here is the Duke of Piermont, who was ready to kiss my foot-prints, openly setting me aside and searching for a woman who acts as my private attendant or companion, and raving over her perfections. Have I employed you here to be my rival, Miss Walsingham? Have I set you over myself?