human
repeated the gentleman in the Scotch deer-stalker who had been gossiping. Mr. Blagdon smiled, but the words hurt--
gpt
human
My God, he thought,
gpt
But then he comforted himself with
human
Why not? It's how old a man feels, not how old he is.
gpt
This will be the end of the season,
human
Do you see old Mr. Black over there? she said.
gpt
He's pretending not to watch us, but he's watching us like a lynx.... Did you ever start a piece of news?
human
Never,
gpt
It would be rather fun, said little Miss Blythe.
human
For instance, if we held hands for a moment Mr. Black would see it, and five minutes later everybody would know about it.