human
What are you reading so earnestly?
gpt
The _Morte d'Arthur_,
human
Heavens! thought Lady Jim, with a charming smile, meaning nothing,
gpt
The black-letter edition, went on Miss Jaffray, in a loud and oratorical voice.
human
Most interesting. So sweet to think of those dear dead days, when knights went about as troubadours with guitars in steel armour, dying for queens of beauty.
gpt
Delightful, assented Lady Jim, yawning at the dullness of the picture;
human
--with a disparaging glance at the lettering--
gpt
So do I, when not in a poetic humour, shouted her companion.
human
All the old, old masters of fiction. Dickens, Bulwer-Lytton, Wilkie Collins. I love them all--every one.
gpt
I seem to know those names, ventured Leah, carefully.
human
What did they write, Miss Jaffray?