human
Hard luck, said Bob Dashwood at last, as the Belgian missed an easy shot.
gpt
And you've left them for me, too. I'm afraid your leg is worrying you.
human
Oh, that is nothing, replied his companion with a wry smile, as he limped towards the scoring board.
gpt
You only want five to win.
human
And there they are, said Bob apologetically, as the white ball followed the red into a pocket.
gpt
But, you know, you're playing a very good game.
human
It is nice of you to say so, replied the Belgian.
gpt
Unhappily, I have so much time for practice these days, and he lit a cigarette.
human
There is not much news in the papers this morning.