human
Don't fluster yourself, Mrs. Ransford, she said calmly.
gpt
I'll see to the matter myself.
human
But it's him! she cried.
gpt
Him, that low-down scallawag that carried you in his arms an' walked right into this yere bedroom an' laid you on your own virgin bed without no by your leave nor nuthin'. Him, as saw your trunks drownded an' you all mussed up with water, without raisin' a hand to help, 'less it was to push you further under----