human
There, said little Miss Blythe, and was for withdrawing her hand. But Masters's fingers tightened upon it, and she could feel the pulses beating in their tips. She knew that people were looking, but she felt brazen, unabashed, and happy. Mister Masters's grip tightened; it said:
gpt
My master has a dozen hearts, and they are all beating--for _you_. To return that pressure was not an act of little Miss Blythe's will. She could not help herself. Her hand said to Masters:
human
With the heart--with the soul.
gpt
Let go,
human
Boo!