human
It's raining like the mischief,
gpt
Cats and dogs,
human
By the way, said Queed, turning with a poorly done air of casualness,
gpt
Bless your heart, no! said West, looking up in some surprise at the question.
human
That kind never die. They invariably live to a green old age--green like the bay-tree.
gpt
I--have gotten very much interested in his story, said Queed, which was certainly true enough.
human
Where do people think that he is now?
gpt
Oh, in the West somewhere, living like a fat hog off Miss Weyland's money.