human
Well, here I am at last, she thought. She kept throwing quick little glances about. Was it all so much worth while, she wondered. Yes, they were very pleasant and nice. But she had expected--well, something more, a kind of a brilliancy in their eyes and the things they were saying. For here were Art and Music, Movements, Causes and Ideas, and goodness only knew what else! Here were the people who really saw something richer and deeper in life than the sort of existence Amy had led--great bright vistas leading off from the city as it was today to some dazzling promised land. She thought of the little history
gpt
They were so cosy about it here! She did not want them to be
human
I may be too late!