human
Beatrice:  That was why the shut-in of the Archive of Forbidden Books could not break the command her mother gave her that night. "That’s all, nothing more—whatever he has to say does not concern me, I suppose."
gpt
Beatrice:  And with that excuse hanging in the air, Beatrice did not once touch the wine glass to her lips.
human
Narration:  Night fell on the party. Its host learned both the joy and strife in alcohol’s flavor, and the girls had thoroughly explored the limits of their own alcohol tolerance. And night slowly fell on them. Only the stars quietly watched over this little moment of peace.