human
Excuse me, said Johnny, and tore himself away from the girl whose natural beauty made Mrs. Slosher an exquisite work of art.
gpt
Beg your pardon, Mr. Slosher.
human
Hello, Mr. Gamble! he greeted him, while Mrs. Slosher gave him a bright and cheery little nod.
gpt
I played old-fashioned army poker with Colonel Bouncer and Ben Courtney and Mort Washer and Joe Close last night--and the old robbers skinned me out of thirty-two dollars. They spoke of you during the game and I guess you could get backing to any amount in that crowd.
human
Thanks for the tip, returned Johnny.
gpt
I may need it.
human
You're going to give us our apartment-house property, aren't you?
gpt
It's only a matter of closing the deal,