human
Wot's more, continued Mrs. Smithers, in tones of awe,
gpt
I'll a'most bet my immortal soul that if you'll dig in the cemetery where your uncle was buried good and proper, you won't find nothin' but the empty coffin and maybe 'is grave clothes. Your uncle's been livin' with us all along in that there cat, she added, triumphantly.
human
It's 'is punishment, for 'e couldn't never abide 'em, that's wot 'e couldn't.
gpt
muttered Mrs. Smithers,