human
Perhaps, Mr. Sanderson, she said, with a slight inclination of her head,
gpt
She laughed a little, lightly.
human
The men--the young men--race their horses there every afternoon. They usually race on the Cow Path--Washington Street, no doubt I should call it, but we still cling to the old names, among ourselves. These young men have taken advantage of the unusual condition of the harbor and it is a very pretty sight; all those horses flying along. We shall not race, of course.