human
Crystal scent-bottles? Dissipation? Mercy! exclaimed Mrs. Harrowby.
gpt
What _do_ you mean?
human
It isn't possible, Maso, that this is _you!_
gpt
The signora has always such great alarm about fever.
human
You will refer Madame Corti to me; I will pay for her alarm, answered Roberta, marching past her to direct the driver of the carriage, who was assisting Maso up the stairs.
gpt
It's not infectious fever. Only malarial.