human
Your tongue is like a bread knife, Nancy Carey! Julia exclaimed passionately, after twisting her nose and mouth into terrifying and dreadful shapes.
gpt
If it wasn't that Miss Tewksbury told me ladies never were telltales, I could soon make trouble between you and your blessed mother.
human
No, you couldn't, said Nancy curtly,
gpt
If there wasn't something wrong with him he wouldn't _be_ happy there,
human
The way I look at it, he said,