human
How crude you are, Anna! she exclaimed with a little sigh.
gpt
Sir John is not at all that sort. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. But heavens, I must pack!
human
It is positively no use, Anna, she declared, appealingly.
gpt
You must pack for me. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. I can't do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes.