human
What are you doing? Are you mad? What are we here for? What have we crossed the sea for? Get to work, you fool, or----
gpt
To work to bleed me, between you! cried Ned Ryan, shaking himself again clear of the woman.
human
By heaven, you shall find me a stone!
gpt
No, Jem Pound, said she, in a voice as clear and true as a clarion,