human
My God, Tom Van Dorn--haven't you any heart at all! Six hundred dollars with three little children--and my man butchered by a law you made--oh, she cried as she shook her head and stood dry-eyed and agonized before him--
gpt
I thought you were a man--that you were my friend way down deep in your heart--I thought you were a man.
human
And you could get me thousands from the company for my hundreds by the scratch of your pen--and I thought you were a man.