human
To die for those we love! oh, there is power In the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this It is to live without the vanished light That strength is needed!
gpt
But I'll be shot if it shall be vanished light, returned Little Grand;
human
A stunner! I shouted;
gpt
Ain't we, though? I don't care much about kissing her dress; it's silk, and I don't know that I should derive much pleasure from pressing my lips on its texture; but her cheek----
human
Her cheek is like the Catherine pear, The side that's next the sun!
gpt
She's like Venus rising from the sea-shell; she's like Aurora, when she came down on the first ray of the dawn to Tithonus; she's like Briseis----
human
Bother classics! she's like herself, and beats 'em all hollow. She's the finest creature ever seen on earth, and I should like to see the man who'd dare to say she wasn't. And--I say, Simon--_how much did you lose to-night_?