human
No; he shall never know that I cared two pins about him! exclaimed Pet, with flashing eyes and flushing cheeks.
gpt
He dislikes me; I can see that plainly enough; and if he was a prince of the blood royal, I would not stoop to sue for his favor. I don't care for him; I won't care for him. I just hate him--a stiff, haughty, young Turk--there now!
human
Pet got up and whistled to her dogs, and set off for a scamper round the yard, to the great detriment of her gaiters, and the alarming increase of her appetite. Pet wasn't sentimental; so she neither took to sighing nor star-gazing, nor writing poetry; but pursued the even, or rather uneven, tenor of her way, and inwardly vowed that,