human
This paste, when it has lain together about twenty-six hours, will _of itself_ take fire, and burn all the sulphur away with a blue flame and a bad smell.
gpt
Where is the paste?
human
We made it just twenty-six hours ago,
gpt
We put it on the piazza, exclaimed Solomon John, rapidly recalling the facts,
human
Our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.
gpt
We are all blown up, as I feared we should be,