human
Well, I never did! exclaimed Nancy, in her astonishment and vexation unconsciously quoting her grandmother;
gpt
I _never_ did! Now what's to be done? Gran's no use--Dad's out. But Dad's sure to find that wicked poacher, she reflected, on hearing the clock strike nine:
human
And she lay back, relieved at the thought that her father had suspiciously refused the invitation of a shabby, gaitered, and very doubtful sportsman, to drink Christmas in with mulled beer at the village tavern. She had heard her father remark afterwards that he wanted