human
Master--Master Gloam! cried the woman, throwing open the window and lifting her voice to her shrillest pitch,
gpt
It is a season of rejoicing, he answered.
human
The prayer that I prayed is coming to pass. Therefore let the wheel go round. Hear it, how it laughs and rejoices!
gpt
But there is no grist--the mill is empty.
human
It will not be empty long; the grist is coming. It comes! it comes! Let the great wheel go round and grind it to powder!