human
Young man, wouldst thou know the future?
gpt
I--I--I--I'm very much obliged to you, Mrs. Two-Shoes, replied poor Mr. Toosypegs.
human
It's real kind of you, I'm sure, and--
gpt
Vain mortal, spare thy superfluous thanks, interrupted the mysterious one, with a wave of her hand,
human
Dark and terrific is the doom Fate has in store for thee--a doom so dreadful that dogs will cease to bark, the stars in the firmament hold their breath, and even the poultry in the barnyard turn pale to hear it. Woe to thee, unhappy man! Better for thee somebody else had a millstone tied round his neck, and were plunged into the middle of a frog-pond, than that thou shouldst live to see that day.
gpt
Good gracious!