human
I need not have been rude because I was such a little idiot as to blush when a man looked at me, she told herself.
gpt
It was not his fault. He has always been lovely to us. She reviewed in her mind just her appearance when she had given him that stiff little bow, and she felt almost like crying with vexation.
human
Of course he does not care how I bow to him, she thought, and somehow that thought seemed to give her additional distress,