human
I knows where Miss Gracie be, he began with a little defiance, as if, after all, it was nothing to him, but a thing that he might have a bet about.
gpt
I knows where our Miss Gracie lies--dead and cold--dead and cold--without no coffin, nor a winding-sheet--the purty crature, the purty crature--there, what a fool I be, good Lord!