human
A hard man, said Mistress Gundy, comfortably stirring her mug.
gpt
Well, I told him. Just let him mark one of my girls, just once....
human
He won't, Mother, said Laura.
gpt
Why, that time---- A sharp glance from the old woman checked her. It held more than sharpness; they were exchanging some wry understanding, and Ben was oppressed at feeling himself a patronized, tiresome child. Laura tugged amiably at his arm.
human
Come to my room, love? He followed her jiggling rear down a whispering hallway to a smaller cavern of stale roses. She had brought along the remains of his buttered rum.
gpt
Old bawd'd finish it, did you leave it there. A'n't she a caution, love?
human
Mm. Ben gulped a little more of it, finding it not so bad. Here the bed was virtually everything, but Laura was fond of dolls; a dozen of them sat about in comical attitudes, and Ben would have liked to say something about them.
gpt
Help me drink it, won't you? I had enough.
human
Nay, I had too, and too much.