human
Hey, lass!
gpt
Hey, lad!
human
Perhaps it’s for the best. And Janet knew it. In the years immediately preceding the death of Mr. and Mrs. Orgreave, she had hardened a little from her earlier soft, benevolent self--hardened to everybody save her father and mother, whom she protected--and now she was utterly tender again, and her gentle acquiescences seemed to say:
gpt
I am defenceless, and to-morrow I shall be old.
human
I’m going to telegraph to Edwin Clayhanger to come down for the week-end,
gpt
Oh! Spiffing!
human
You aren’t, really?