human
Leggo! he said, hoarsely.
gpt
Leggo! Then he saw and recognized Cantor.
human
Good job-- he began, and then stopped suddenly, peering craftily at Hildegarde.
gpt
Good job it wasn't anythin' but a little skyrocket,
human
There's blood on your coat, she said, in a choked voice.
gpt
Where were you shooting fireworks?
human
Go to bed, said von Essen, roughly.
gpt
You're in the way here.
human
I would go if I were you, Miss von Essen. This isn't a pleasant sight for you.
gpt
I don't suppose that poor watchman in the ambulance was a pleasant sight, either,
human
What's that?... What you say?... What you mean?
gpt
Be still! Sit down!
human
Go to bed,