human
You be a strange girl, Fancy, but you speaks what you believes to be sober truth, and I love 'ee.
gpt
Fritz couldn't stick another winter. Alfred became a sergeant. Mrs. Yellam appeared in her pew, next Sunday, wearing a new bonnet. But, coming out of church, she met William Saint, and cut him dead. She now thought of him, habitually, as a
human
Prooshian, out for world-dominion. When her Alfred returned from the wars, he would smash William Saint. The triumph of such a