human
I cannot express to you how happy it makes me to see you again, Mr. Dale,
gpt
Again! How again? he asked, as he peered closely into her face.
human
When might you have seen me last, missy? Then half-aloud, but evidently thinking himself unheard,
gpt
The likeness! the likeness! The same eyes and hair--the very marrow of the other!
human
As far as my memory serves, I saw you last on the day you brought me to Broome, answered Hermia.
gpt
I had a long, long ride in a carriage with you and someone else--a woman. But come, let us sit, and then we can talk more comfortably.
human
Then a little later, resumed Hermia,
gpt
I can call to mind being in a room--a very gloomy room--in which sat two ladies, very stately and upright, but, to my childish eyes, very, very awful-looking. I stood before them with my hands behind my back, while they talked to each other about me in French or Italian. Then, after a little while, you came into the room carrying two candlesticks, with lighted candles in them, on a silver tray, whereupon Miss Pengarvon--for she it must have been--at once extinguished one of the candles, after which you were bidden to take me away. I have a good memory, have I not, Mr. Dale?