human
Elaine! cried Dick, crushing her into his arms, all the joy of youth and love in his voice.
gpt
Elaine! My Elaine!
human
The audience, remarked Harlan, in an unnatural tone,
gpt
Oh, Harlan, answered Dorothy, with a swift rush of feeling,
human
There, there, said Harlan, patting her shoulders awkwardly, and rubbing his rough cheek against her tear-wet face;
gpt
Why can't I cry if I want to? demanded Dorothy, resentfully, between sobs. Harlan's voice was far from even and his own eyes were misty as he answered:
human
Because you are my own darling girl and I love you, that's why.