human
I shan't tell you any more, then,
gpt
Yes, do, begged Cyril, curious to know the end. So after he had begged three times, she gave way, and informed him she was glad never to have been born a mole, for Molly was in terribly low spirits and had apologised for them, but the reason was because all her family's skins had been taken off their backs in order to keep fashionable ladies from taking cold--as these ladies seemed to think that it was a prettier and warmer skin than their own. And Molly hourly expected each moment to be her last--and advised her new-found friend to prepare for the same fate--which was all very terrifying.
human
So I made haste to wish to be my own self again,