human
Come, he says;
gpt
Cecil, too.
human
She must be dressed! cries Denise.
gpt
Oh, my lamb, I hope it may not be ill fortune to have no wedding dress, but you must be fresh and clean.
human
Is she going to be married as Aunt Laura was?
gpt
What God hath joined together let no man put asunder.
human
Cecil, her father says,
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I have married Miss Violet. She is to be your mamma and live with us. I hope you will love her.
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Papa, as if revolving something in her small mind,
gpt
Madame----
human
Grandmamma said when I was just a little naughty this morning that I could not do so when madame was my mamma, that I would have to obey her.
gpt
No, she never would have been that,
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You will love me! Violet kneels before her and clasps her arms about the child, gives her the first kisses of her bridehood; and Cecil, awed by emotions she does not understand, draws a long, sobbing breath, and cries,
gpt
I do love you! I do love you!