human
Thank you, she said.
gpt
Now go an' do what you want to do, an' doan't forget the future happiness of women an' childer lies upon it.
human
How little you onderstand me arter all these years--an' never will--nobody never will but mother. What did 'e fear? That I'd draw trigger on the man from behind a tree, p'r'aps?
gpt
No--not that, but that you might be driven to kill yourself along o' having such a bad wife.
human
Now we 'm both on the mad road,