human
Halloa! he said,
gpt
A case of bolting—I suppose it wanted the curb. And now I shall have to drag it back to the hotel.
human
Don’t do anything of the kind. We leave these things all over the place—the hotel sledges pick them up as far down as the Sanatorium sometimes. Just let it lie there. I’ll take you down if you like—there’s plenty of room for two, and—and—I should like it, Mrs. Kennaird; I should think it an honour.