human
It is a terrible city for a man without an anchor! he said.
gpt
Keith is a lucky fellow! If I only had some one, as he has, I might amount to something.
human
You ought to marry,
gpt
Marry! he cried.
human
Dear lady, whom? Where in this awful mixture they call society could one find a woman to marry?
gpt
There are plenty of nice women here,
human
Yes--and all of them taken by luckier fellows! You wouldn't have me marry Sally Warner, would you--or any of the other half-dozen Sally Warners? I might as well marry a gas chandelier, a grand piano, and a code of immorals--but the standard of such women is so different from the standard of women like yourself.