human
ONE WHO KNOWS ALL.
gpt
I know the old Cooper saw-mill, she murmured.
human
It is on the old country road where we used to drive so often, near the glen and the waterfall. I have seen old Myron Cooper, too, that strange old man with his long gray duster. People said he wrote poetry as wild and gloomy as the glen where he lived. Yes, I will go, although they say the old mill is haunted after nightfall. But my unknown correspondent is right. A young girl will do and dare much for love--love, that mighty passion that moves the whole world.