human
Would you be greatly surprised if I started for the Holy Land in a few days? Elizabeth N. has asked me to go with her.
gpt
The Holy Land! echoed Mrs. B.
human
Do you really mean it?
gpt
How lovely, said kind Mrs. B.,
human
Shall we order the camels to come round to the front door? exclaimed a lively and irreverent member of the family.
gpt
I can already picture you, dear E., riding over the trackless desert (composing poetry under an umbrella), living in Bedouin tents, and finally being carried off by a wild Arab chief, on a wild Arab steed, while we at home mourn and frantically petition the Home Secretary or somebody to institute a search for the missing English lady.