human
O _dear_, how provoking! I suppose I must call the porter. She rises from her seat, but on attempting to move away she finds that the skirt of her polonaise has been caught in the falling window. She pulls at it, and then tries to lift the window again, but the cloth has wedged it in, and she cannot stir it.
gpt
Well, I certainly think this is beyond endurance! Porter! Ah--porter! Oh, he'll never hear me in the racket that these wheels are making! I wish they'd stop--I