human
I may see or hear from her later, I said, holding out a hand for my key. With it, the clerk gave me an envelope--one of the hotel envelopes, sealed and containing a thing which felt like a small account book. It was addressed in pencil, evidently in haste. Inside the flap I caught sight of something else hurriedly pencilled, luckily discovering it as I tore the envelope, to extract a black-covered note-book.
gpt
I was going to write a letter, I read,