human
I fear, said she at last, her goodnature so far overcome by impatience as not to forbid a slight yawn;
gpt
I fear we shall have a dull time of it till my father arrives. Just consider, the fat black mares, never too fast, can only creep along that broken path,--for road there is none: it will be quite night before the coach arrives.
human
I am sorry, dear Ellinor, my awkwardness should occasion you so stupid an evening,
gpt
Oh, cried Ellinor, throwing her arms around her sister's neck,
human
Nay, said the prouder Madeline,
gpt
But these bookmen are not often heroes,