human
Oh, those papers! The draft of the bill! she exclaimed.
gpt
Where is it?
human
Did you want it, Betty?
gpt
Why--why, no. Didn't you want it, George?
human
I? Not at all.
gpt
Then why on earth did you keep me imprisoned in that room so long if you didn't want those papers?
human
Why didn't you give them up to me if _you_ didn't really want them, Betty?
gpt
I don't know. . . . But I'm afraid it was only partly obstinacy.
human
It was only partly that with me,
gpt
I just wanted to detain you, I suppose,
human
George, you wouldn't expect me to match that horrid confession--would you?
gpt
No, I wouldn't ask it of you.
human
Darling, do you think our great love justifies our concealing my myopia?
gpt
George, she murmured,
human
I think it does. . . . Besides, I'm dreadfully near-sighted myself.
gpt
You!
human
Dear, every one of us has got _something_ the matter with her. Miss Vining, who caught the Mayor, wears a rat herself. . . . Do you mean to say that men believe there ever was a perfect woman?