human
Donelle, his voice was deep and solemn,
gpt
—Gavot pointed to his cot in the far corner by the side of which Nick lay curled—
human
Tom, let me go to Marcel’s just for to-night, please, Tom!
gpt
I guess I’d rather have my wife stay here, he said. Then added,
human
You must do what I say, Donelle. I’ve done my part, you’ve got to do yours.
gpt
I will, Tom. I will.