human
I do hope this sweet air blowing from the hill will do you good, my dear Caroline. I wish I could see something more of colour in these cheeks; but perhaps you were never florid?
gpt
I had red cheeks once, returned Miss Helstone, smiling.
human
I remember a year--two years ago--when I used to look in the glass, I saw a different face there to what I see now--rounder and rosier. But when we are young, added the girl of eighteen,
gpt
Do you, continued Mrs. Pryor, mastering by an effort that tyrant timidity which made it difficult for her, even under present circumstances, to attempt the scrutiny of another's heart--
human
True, dear madam. It is not over the future I pine. The evil of the day is sometimes oppressive--too oppressive--and I long to escape it.
gpt
That is--the evil of the day--that is--your uncle perhaps is not--you find it difficult to understand--he does not appreciate----