human
What on earth have you done to your hand?
gpt
I cut it. I was angry at Uncle, and broke his picture, and--
human
Oh, Elizabeth, what a goose you are! That's just the way you used to bite your arm when you were mad. You always did cut off your nose to spite your face! Where is your locket?
gpt
None of your business! said Elizabeth savagely. It was easy to be savage with Blair, because David's lack of interest in her affairs had taken the zest out of
human
in the most surprising way. But she had no intention of not being engaged! Romance was too flattering to self-love to be relinquished; nevertheless, after the first week or two she lapsed easily, in moments of forgetfulness, into the old matter-of-fact squabbling and the healthy unreasonableness natural to lifelong acquaintance. The only difference was that now, when she and Blair squabbled, they made up again in new ways; Blair, with gusts of what Elizabeth, annoyed and a little disgusted, called
gpt
; Elizabeth, with strange, half-scared, wholly joyous moments of conscious power. But the
human
was far less personal than the fallings-out; these, at least, meant individual antagonisms, whereas the reconciliations were something larger than the girl and boy--something which bore them on its current as a river bears straws upon its breast. But they played with that mighty current as thoughtlessly as all young creatures play with it. Elizabeth used to take her engagement ring from the silk thread about her neck, and, putting it on her finger, dance up and down her room, her right hand on her hip, her left stretched out before her so that she could see the sparkle of the tiny diamond on her third finger.
gpt
I'm engaged!
human
Blair's in love with me! The words were so glorious that she rarely remembered to add,
gpt
I'm in love with Blair. The fact was, Blair was merely a necessary appendage to the joy of being engaged. When he irritated her by what she called