human
Now, don't be troubled about it, urged Mr. Ridley.
gpt
You were all right. It was Mr. Birtwell's bad wine that did the mischief.
human
And now, Mr. Elliott, you know good wine--you don't have anything else. I believe in your theory as much as I believe in my existence. It stands to reason. I'm all broken up and run down. Not much left of me, you see. Bad liquor is killing me, and I can't stop. If I do, I shall die.' God help me!
gpt
Some good wine--some pure wine, Mr. Elliott! he went on, his voice rising and his manner becoming more excited.
human
It's all over with me unless I can get pure wine. Save me, Mr. Elliott, save me, for God's sake!
gpt
One glass of pure wine, Mr. Elliott--just one glass. Thus he kept on pleading for the stimulant his insatiable appetite was craving.
human
I'm a drowning man. The floods are about me. I am sinking in dark waters. And you can save me if you will!
gpt
You will not?
human
I cannot. I dare not. You have been drinking too much already,