human
Don't be angry with me, Nastásya, murmured the sick man.
gpt
I shall soon leave you your room.
human
All right, all right, it's of no consequence. But what is the matter with you, uncle? Tell me.
gpt
All my innards are gnawed out, God knows what it is!
human
And I don't doubt your gullet hurts you when you cough so?
gpt
It hurts me all over. My death is at hand, that's what it is. _Okh! Okh! Okh!_
human
Now cover up your legs this way,