human
No, no, Billikens, she pleaded to the stout though youthful man who was her husband.
gpt
I can't do it. I'm afraid. I'm afraid.
human
Nonsense, madam, Collins interposed.
gpt
The trick is absolutely safe. And it's a good one, a money-maker. Straighten up a moment. With his hands he began feeling out her shoulders and back under her jacket.
human
The apparatus is all right. He ran his hands down her arms.
gpt
Now! Drop the hooks. He shook each arm, and from under each of the fluffy lace cuffs fell out an iron hook fast to a thin cable of steel that evidently ran up her sleeves.
human
Not that way! Nobody must see. Put them back. Try it again. They must come down hidden in your palms. Like this. See.--That's it. That's the idea.