human
Books, books! always books, grandfather! When will you understand that after all it is the world we live in which interests us; the world of which we are a part, and which we can never love too much? Look! she said, throwing open the casement wider and showing us the white light sparkling between the black shadows of the moonlit garden, through which ran a little shiver of the summer night-wind,
gpt
she said, stepping lightly up to the two lovers and laying a hand on each of their shoulders;
human
(a smile ran over her face as she spoke),