human
Come, Miss Thusa, said Louis, amiably, desirous of turning her thoughts into a new channel, and pitying while he blamed his offending sister, for the humiliation he knew she must endure--
gpt
I don't believe I could tell you one to save my life, now, replied Miss Thusa, her countenance lighting up with a gleam of satisfaction--
human
Never mind the acting, Miss Thusa, provided we hear the tale. Let it be a _powerful_ one.
gpt
Don't tell the _worm-eaten traveler_, whispered Helen.
human
I never want to hear that again.
gpt
Once there was a maiden, who lived in a forest, a deep wild forest, in which there wasn't so much as the sign of a path, and nobody but she could find their way in or out. How this was, I don't know, but it was astonishing how many people got lost in those woods, where she rambled about as easy as if somebody was carrying a torch before her. Perhaps the fairies helped her--perhaps the evil spirits--I rather think the last, for though she was fair to look upon, her heart was as hard as the nether mill-stone.