human
May God make me half you think me, for I love you true, an' you'm the best man He ever fashioned, she said.
gpt
An' to-morrow's Sunday, she added inconsequently,
human
Don't go to-morrow, my darling. And yet--but no, we'll not go, either of us. I couldn't hear my own banns read out for the world, and I don't think you could; yet read they'll be as sure as the service is held.