human
My mother is not civil to you, said the petitioner, as she received and repaid a smiling salute,
gpt
Jessie, curb that tongue of yours, and repress your forwardness!
human
But, mother, you are so frozen! expostulated Jessie.
gpt
Miss Helstone has never done you any harm; why can't you be kind to her? You sit so stiff, and look so cold, and speak so dry--what for? That's just the fashion in which you treat Miss Shirley Keeldar and every other young lady who comes to our house. And Rose there is such an aut--aut--I have forgotten the word, but it means a machine in the shape of a human being. However, between you, you will drive every soul away from Briarmains; Martin often says so.
human
I am an automaton? Good! Let me alone, then, said Rose, speaking from a corner where she was sitting on the carpet at the foot of a bookcase, with a volume spread open on her knee.--
gpt
Miss Helstone, how do you do?