human
She looked like _that_, he said, gazing on the latter sketch,
gpt
I suppose, he pursued, when he was in his room, and seated on the edge of his pallet-bed--
human
I suppose she is what they call '_in love_'--yes, _in love_ with that long thing in the next chamber. Whisht! is that Horsfall clattering him? I wonder he does not yell out. It really sounds as if she had fallen on him tooth and nail; but I suppose she is making the bed. I saw her at it once. She hit into the mattresses as if she was boxing. It is queer, Zillah (they call her Zillah)--Zillah Horsfall is a woman, and Caroline Helstone is a woman; they are two individuals of the same species--not much alike though. Is she a pretty girl, that Caroline? I suspect she is; very nice to look at--something so clear in her face, so soft in her eyes. I approve of her looking at me; it does me good. She has long eyelashes. Their shadow seems to rest where she gazes, and to instil peace and thought. If she behaves well, and continues to suit me as she has suited me to-day, I may do her a good turn. I rather relish the notion of circumventing my mother and that ogress old Horsfall. Not that I like humouring Moore; but whatever I do I'll be paid for, and in coin of my own choosing. I know what reward I will claim--one displeasing to Moore, and agreeable to myself.