human
It is Mrs. Hurtle, he said,
gpt
I must introduce you, and the introduction was made. Roger took off his hat and bowed, but he did so with the coldest ceremony. Mrs. Hurtle, who was quick enough at gathering the minds of people from their looks, was just as cold in her acknowledgment of the courtesy. In former days she had heard much of Roger Carbury, and surmised that he was no friend to her.
human
I did not know that you were thinking of coming to Lowestoft,