human
The mother that him bare, She had not known her son.
gpt
Now, Miss Hardcastle (Marlow _loquitur_),
human
I have no objection to your smoking cigars during rehearsal, of course--because you won't do that on Monday night, I suppose; but I must beg you to get out of the practice of standing or sitting cross-legged, because it's not lady-like, or even bar-maid like--and don't laugh when I make love to you; for if you do, I shall break down to a certainty.
gpt
Thornhill, do you think my waist will do? said the anxious representative of the fair Constance.
human
I have worn these cursed stays for an hour every evening for the last week, and drawn them an inch tighter every time; but I don't think I'm a very good figure after all--just try if they'll come any closer, will you?
gpt
Oh! Hawthorne, I'm glad you are come, said Savile, whom I hardly knew, in a red wig;
human
--
gpt
Oh! of course, said I;