human
We ride for York, Sir John, he said,
gpt
Does she hold out still? asked the other eagerly.
human
We have so little news these days.
gpt
She has captured twenty-seven standards, friend, and is rebuilding her walls in preparation for the next siege.
human
God be thanked! said Sir John, lifting his hat.
gpt
There are so few great ladies in our midst.
human
And so few great gentlemen, Mallory. Nay, friend, do not redden because I praise you to your face. We know Skipton’s story.