human
Tut, tut, she cried, shaking out her new brocaded silk--a mourning dress certainly, but softly trimmed with purple--
gpt
Come, come, Joan, not so very many, exclaimed the truthful Squire;
human
Worth, I was not asking you for statistics. Mr. Hardenow, you will excuse my brother. He has always had a rude style of interruption; he learned it, I believe, in the army, and we always make allowance for it. But to go back to what I was saying--my good and ever to be lamented husband, being, let us say, ten years my senior--Worth, will that content you?--left every farthing of his property to me; and a good husband always does the same thing, I am told, and I believe they are ordered in the Bible; and, of course, I have no one to leave it to but Grace; and being so extraordinarily advanced in years, as my dear brother has impressed upon you, they could not have any very long time to wait; and my desire is to do my duty; and perhaps that lies at the bottom of it all.