human
Your ear's a-bleedin' again,
gpt
Never mind me hear, he answered.
human
I give them socks.
gpt
any one of them, hanging on to its upper lip and stroking the forehead, whether it would or not, and crooning:
human
Whoa there! Steady boy! They raised their heads high, and launched downwards. Later on, Cockney, back again from the doctoring, put his hand to his head and said:
gpt
I tell you this 'urts, it does!