human
Yes, it _did_ take a long time to cure dear Roger's sprain. Years ago, continued the good lady,
gpt
I had the same accident; and, if I remember rightly, in less than a fortnight after the sprain I was walking without any crutches. One would think now, she went on,
human
Sprains differ, interposed the audacious subject of these remarks, unawed by the disapproving glances of his betrothed;
gpt
Dear, delicious old goose!
human
Roger, I am quite convinced that your conscience is seared with a hot iron, whatever that process, supposed to indicate utter moral callousness, may be.
gpt
My dear girl, laughed the unabashed culprit,
human
I am, as you know and deplore, a good Catholic, and consequently hold with the astute Jesuit Fathers that the end justifies the means.