human
I don't care, If I do get my Snippsikins sopping.
gpt
There, he said,
human
Mr. Saltus laughed and resumed,
gpt
You are the first feminine thing to face me and put me to rout--My hat's off to you.
human
Let me tell you a story, he went on.
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There was before your day a prize-fighter,--a powerful fellow,--six feet of brawn. He could knock anyone into a cocked hat in the first round. Even his friends were rather afraid of him. One day a delegation of them went to his house to suggest a new fight. His wife was opposed to this. She wanted him to accompany her on a vacation. It was she who met the friends at the door, and told them definitely that her husband was going to take a rest and would not consider their offers. They turned away, but one of the party,--a Peeping Tom sort of a chap, crept back, and looked in through a crack in the shutters. What he saw was a revelation. The prize-fighter was emerging from under the bed. The frail scrap of a wife was standing in the center of the room, with one slender finger upraised. Shaking this she said, 'Stay where you are till they are a safe distance off. I'll kill you if you come out before.'
human
When a woman ceases to quarrel with a man she ceases to love him.
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The Gardens of Aphrodite grew. Much of it was written when sitting in the rose garden under a palm tree, the offending Jean purring at his feet. Notes on which he constructed
human
Oscar Wilde,--An Idler's Impression, were gathered together as well, and reminiscences used in
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Parnassians Personally Encountered