human
You must let me have my own way, said she, putting her spectacles on the top of her head, and looking around her with remarkable benignity.
gpt
If the spirit moves me one way, I cannot go another. But I will try my best, for may-be it's the last time some of you will ever listen to old Thusa's tales. She's never felt just right since they tangled up her heart-strings with that whitened thread. Oh! that was a vile, mean trick!
human
Forget and forgive, Miss Thusa, cried Louis;
gpt
I dare say Mittie has repented of it in dust and ashes.
human
I have forgiven, long ago, resumed Miss Thusa,