human
Myra's child, sir; it's asleep.
gpt
Who is Myra? asked the officer in a bullying tone, in which were also chagrin and disappointment.
human
You've been asleep yourself.
gpt
Ice, yelled the lookout;
human
The first officer ran amidships, and the captain, who had remained there, sprang to the engine-room telegraph, and this time the lever was turned. But in five seconds the bow of the _Titan_ began to lift, and ahead, and on either hand, could be seen, through the fog, a field of ice, which arose in an incline to a hundred feet high in her track. The music in the theater ceased, and among the babel of shouts and cries, and the deafening noise of steel, scraping and crashing over ice, Rowland heard the agonized voice of a woman crying from the bridge steps:
gpt
Myra--Myra, where are you? Come back.