human
I am not yet at the end of all I have to tell, she began again, rising from her half-reclining position.
gpt
I am like all novelists,—I reserve my most interesting facts until the last. She could not hide her struggle for firmness and composure beneath the mask of playfulness which she attempted to assume in these words. Her gaze was riveted upon the trees outside the window, as she said:
human
A happy event is about to take place among us,—Emil’s betrothal.