human
There's no good in him, said his stepmother,
gpt
With these words she thrust little Joe forward by applying her knee to the small of his back, and thereby jerking him into the middle of the school before the master.
human
There's no making nothing out of him, whack him as you will.
gpt
Only a seven-month child, said Mrs. Lambole contemptuously,
human
The child is mine, though it be such a creetur, and I wouldn't like it, according, to be buried like a dog.