human
I don’t live on that plane. ) Could he not adapt himself? He dreamt of very rapid transit between Ladderedge Hall and the works. Motor-cars had just become lawful; but he had never happened to see one, though he had heard of several in the district, or passing through. His imagination could not rise so high as a motor-car. That he could ever use or possess one did not even occur to him. He thought only of a fast-trotting horse, and a trap with indiarubber tyres; himself the driver; sometimes Hilda the driver.... An equipage to earn renown in the district.
gpt
Clayhanger’s trap, --
human
He drives in from Ladderedge in thirty-five minutes. The horse simply won’t walk; doesn’t know how to!