human
Ah, Felix, he cries, already somewhat out of temper,
gpt
he adds, relying upon the power of his millions,
human
My husband, says Linda to the dancer. But the latter's face has taken on a prepossessing smile, and with the confidential expression which appeals to old times, she says,
gpt
I know him already, _tout à fait un ami_ from my _débutante_ period; is it not so?