human
My ears are crazy to-night--I can’t sing, she complained, responding to Alice’s greeting.
gpt
I feel as if there were a motor in my head. Tired? Oh, no, not a bit. But the dust! Her smile died and her brows rose till her pretty eyes shone full. She threw her expiring energy into two husky words:
human
I am here, she admitted with untroubled contempt,