human
I'll see personally that he gets back,
gpt
That was mighty good of you; you saved my life!
human
You couldn't have that tribe of wild Indians descending on your wife, said Sansome. He had kept pace with, the others, but showed it not at all. Sansome was a slender, languid, bored, quiet sort of person, exceedingly well dressed in the height of fashion, speaking with a slight, well-bred drawl, given to looking rather superciliously from beneath his fine eyelashes, almost too good looking. He liked, or pretended he liked, to view life from the discriminating spectator's standpoint; and remained unstirred by stirring events. He prided himself on the delicacy of his social tact. In the natural course of evolution he would probably never marry, and would become in time an
gpt
What I need is my head under a pump for about ten seconds, he told Sansome frankly.
human
Lord! It was just about time I got away.
gpt
No, no! he cried.
human
You must come in, now you've come so far! I want you to meet my wife; she'll be delighted!