human
Come now, Tom, said Penrose, who almost repented of having spoken so sharply,
gpt
I'd rather be kicked out of the Army as a straight chap than to be a blooming white-livered hypocrite.
human
And do you think I'm a white-livered hypocrite?
gpt
A sort of plaster saint, anyhow,
human
Anything but that, Tom, replied Penrose;
gpt
You have a nice way of showing it,
human
Come with me to the Y.M.C.A. hall to-night,
gpt
Ay, and be preached to,
human
I promise you there will be no preaching, said Penrose, with a laugh,
gpt
All right, then,