human
Bother the Institute! he muttered to himself.
gpt
It's only bricks an' mortar after all, and I don't know a soul there.
human
What's the use of my going?
gpt
You promised the ladies of the Portsmouth Institute that you'd go to see it, and report progress,
human
And, added Something,
gpt
True, replied Miles, almost angrily, though inaudibly;
human
Goose! retorted that pertinacious Something;