human
You say right, gentlemen, both of you, he began, leaning forward.
gpt
I would not blame you if you never went to the White House again.
human
Should I ever do so again, blazed the Spanish minister,
gpt
I will take my own wife in to dinner on my own arm, and place her at the head of the table, where she belongs! It was an insult to my sovereign that we received today.
human
As much myself, sir! said Mr. Merry, his brows contracted, his face flushed still with anger.
gpt
I shall know how to answer the next invitation which comes from Mr Jefferson.[1] I shall ask him whether or not there is to be any repetition of this sort of thing.