human
A lover’s wind, said Rupert lightly, as a fiercer gust met them up the rise of Greet Hill.
gpt
It blows east and west, twice in the same minute.
human
It blows for a big storm, your Highness, Kit answered, in all simplicity.
gpt
The belly of the hills is crammed with thunder.
human
Let it break, then, if it must. Meanwhile, our clothes are dry. And, talking of lover’s weather, Master Christopher, I was entrusted with a message to you from Knaresborough. I met a lady there, as we passed through—a pretty lady, well-gowned and shod in spite of these disastrous times—and she asked me if a little six-foot youth of the Riding Metcalfs were still alive.
gpt
But who should ask for me in Knaresborough?
human
Were there so many, then? I begin to doubt you, my White Knight.
gpt
I told Miss Bingham you were in rude health; and I break confidence, maybe, when I tell you that her eyes filled with tears. Well, forget her till after this day’s work is done.