human
Thank God!
gpt
How did you get here? The full, hot torrent of passion of only a moment before had come to a crashing standstill. He could hardly breathe with the suddenness of it. His thoughts galloped. He heard his own voice as if it had been somebody else's, and he was conscious of his foolishness in asking his question; what difference did it make how she got here! Besides, he knew how: she had come over the mountains that day, taken the evening train for Normans, and driven down here, fourteen miles--in this storm!
human
You must be worn out,
gpt
I am in time; nothing else matters. David, go and pay the man. Here is my purse.