human
Elizabeth, don't you know me? What has become of my aunt Johanna?
gpt
appearance to the extreme of shabbiness; his clothes being evidently worn as long as they could possibly hold together, and his generally depressed air, giving the effect of one who had gone down in the world, made him, even without the misleading
human
John Smith,
gpt
I never should have known you, Sir! said Elizabeth truthfully, when her astonishment had a little subsided;
human
Do you think so? I thought it was quite the contrary. But it does not matter; they will never hear of me unless you tell them--and I believe I may trust you. You would not betray me, if only for the sake of that poor fellow yonder?
gpt
No, Sir.
human
Now, tell me something about my aunts, especially my aunt Johanna.