human
He has been a fortunate fellow, Stephen, that it was no worse, added Roswell, on that occasion.
gpt
But for the luck which turned the lance-pole beneath him, every bone he has would have been broken.
human
What you call _luck_, Captain Gar'ner, I call _Providence_, was Stephen's answer.
gpt
The good book tells us that not a sparrow shall fall without the eye of Divine Providence being on it.
human
Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Bhering's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles; Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow, And waft across the waves' tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore,