human
A cold--an Arctic woman, Lawrence murmured.
gpt
Cold when I told her how much I loved her; cold when she engaged herself to me; cold in her crime; and yet she follows me about as if she was devoured by the ardour of love, like another Sappho.
human
I wish, he said, starting to his feet, and walking like the Polar bear across his den and back again,
gpt
I wish to heaven I had gone on living in the Empire City with my pair of villainous Chinamen. At least I was free from her over there. And when I saw her marriage, by Gad! I thought it was a finisher. Then I came home again.
human
May be De Counterpane's nurse. Too early for one of young Orlebar's friends. Can't be anybody for me.