human
Give me but a grain of hope, only a grain, in pleading tones, and another to have the murmur come back like an opera chorus. Dorothy paused demurely, as if waiting for the conclusion of the sentence. But her picturesque suitor, still hearing his own roaring
gpt
Oh, I thought you had something to say! remarked Dorothy, innocently, when they reached the arcade within.
human
But you never have, have you.
gpt
The salon! Signora Tracy!