human
Perhaps that'll do us good, Miss Guion ventured, in reply to Drusilla's observations at her expense.
gpt
To see ourselves as others see us must be much like looking at one's face in a spoon.
human
That doesn't do us any good, Rodney Temple corrected,
gpt
Don't you mind them, dear, Mrs. Temple cooed. She was a little, apple-faced woman, with a figure suggestive of a tea-cozy, and a voice with a gurgle in it, like a dove's. A nervous, convulsive moment of her pursed-up little mouth made that organ an uncertain element in her physiognomy, shifting as it did from one side of her face to the other with the rapidity of an aurora borealis.
human
Don't mind them, dear. A woman can never do more than reflect 'broken lights' of her husband, when she has a good one. Don't you love that expression?--'broken lights'? 'We are but broken lights of Thee!' Dear Tennyson! And no word yet from Madame de Melcourt.
gpt
I don't expect any now, Olivia explained.
human
If Aunt Vic had meant to write she would have done it long ago. I'm afraid I've offended her past forgiveness.
gpt
Dear, dear! Mrs. Temple murmured, sympathetically.
human
Just because you wouldn't marry a Frenchman!
gpt
And a little because I'm _going_ to marry an Englishman. To Aunt Vic all Englishmen are grocers.
human
Horrid old thing!
gpt
It's because she doesn't know them, of course, Olivia went on.
human
It's one of the things I never can understand--how people can generalize about a whole nation because they happen to dislike one or two individuals. As a matter of fact, Aunt Vic has become so absorbed in her little circle of old French royalist noblesse that she can't see anything to admire outside the rue de l'Université and château life in Normandy. She does admit that there's an element of homespun virtue in the old families of Boston and Waverton; but that's only because she belongs to them herself.
gpt
The capacity of the American woman for being domesticated in an alien environment, observed Rodney Temple,
human
We're nomadic, father, Drusilla asserted,
gpt
Saxon and Norman and Dane are we,
human
They've always been fidgeting about the world, from one country to another, Drusilla continued,