human
At Rockoleaville, he went on,
gpt
I've got the pipe straight into the middle of the pie, and right through the crust. There's no mistake about that main shaft. Other mines may give out, but my Ile will run for ever.
human
Then we may congratulate you, said Jack,
gpt
You may, sir.
human
And what do you intend to do?
gpt
For the present I shall stay in London. I like your great city. Here I get invited to dinner and dancin', because I am an American and rich. There they won't have a man who is not thoroughbred. Your friend Mrs. Cassilis asks me to her house--a first-rater. A New York lady turns up her pretty nose at a man who's struck Ile. 'Shoddy,' she says, and then she takes no more notice. Shoddy it may be. Rough my manners may be. But I don't pretend to anything, and the stamps air real.
human
We always thought ourselves exclusive,
gpt
That was a lovely young thing with Mrs. Cassilis the other night, he went on meditatively.
human
A young thing that a man can worship for her beauty while she is young, and her goodness all her life. Not like an American gal. Ours are prettier, but they look as if they would blow away. And their voices are not so full. Miss Fleming is flesh and blood. Don't blush, Mr. Dunquerque, because it does you credit.
gpt
Mr. Dunquerque, whispered Gilead P. Beck when Ladds was through the door,
human
By my modesty, The jewel in my dower, I would not wish Any companion in the world but you.