human
Wife! Chloe! Cornelia! come and find my drab coat!
gpt
Wife, said he, beating aside the externals of man that hung about his dressing-room,
human
Why, colonel, you know you had not worn that coat for months, and as you have another one, and a _roquelaure_, and the coat was full of moth-holes, I exchanged it with the peddler for cut glass and plate.
gpt
Cut devils! said papa, who liked to soften an oath by combinations;
human
But, colonel, interrupted mamma,
gpt
Scarlet nonsense, shouted papa;
human
I believe, if they could, women would sell their husbands to those rascally peddlers!