human
Seventy-seven, he muttered,
gpt
Then paused again as though thinking deeply, his empty hand fingering his grisly, unshaven chin.
human
Seventy-seven. Ay! I do remember. This house was one of them. One of the first. One of the worst. 'Twill serve.
gpt
He would not stab you to the heart--so--neither will I,