human
Oh, well, said he,
gpt
I'll get them when I go up town to-night.
human
Not a seat left, sounded to his hen-pecked ears like the concluding words of the black-robed judge:
gpt
But a reprieve came, for one of the aforesaid beacon lights of hope rushed forward, saying:
human
I have two good seats, not far back, and only ten apiece.