human
Any friend of Mr. Russel's is welcome, I am sure, declared Miss Purry, passing a clammy wedge of a hand to Johnny, who felt the chill in his palm creeping down his spine.
gpt
Of the Maryland Gambles?
human
No, White Roads, replied Johnny cheerfully. Miss Purry's chiseled smile remained, but it was not the same.
gpt
I came to see you about that vacant building site, just beyond the adjoining property.
human
I'm afraid I could not even consider selling it without a very specific knowledge of its future.
gpt
This was once a very aristocratic neighborhood, he informed Johnny with well-assumed sorrow.
human
Miss Purry is the last of the fine old families to keep alive the traditions of the district. Except for her influence, the new-rich have vulgarized the entire locality.
gpt
Thank you, cooed Miss Purry.
human
I could not have said that myself, but I can't hinder Mr. Russel from saying it. Nearly all of my neighbors tried to buy the riverview plot, about which you have come to see me; but I did not care to sell--to them.