human
You say, he began,
gpt
Where is the girl of yesterday? The kind that snuggled up? In vain I walk along Broadway-- Where is the girl of yesterday, Whose pretty----
human
All right! Go on with the facts!
gpt
Well, that's what I was repeating, said Sayre, tartly,
human
I was just repeating that poem aloud, he said, shuddering.
gpt
The woods were very still--except for the flies and mosquitoes; sunlight lay warm and golden on the mossy tree-trunks----
human
Cut it. You're not on space rates.
gpt
I was trying to give you a picture of the scene----
human
You did; the local colour about the mosquitoes convinced me. Go on about the girl.