human
This looks like business, he said,
gpt
I quite forgot this house of ill-omen. Ah! what a dirty-mantled pond in the garden! Here we have it, sure enough! there's no mistaking these sounds! Let me see, this is the residence of Smite Drear and his family, the most drunken, ill-conducted, dirty, evil-minded lot in all Warwickshire--the man a vile caitiff, a puritan whose tongue is ruin; the woman a slanderer also, and a termagant; the children thieves, liars, and imps of ill. _I'm sure it's here_; _I know it's here_; it _must_ be here; it _ought_ to be here; it _is_ here. Yea, and here it _is_, sure enough! If I could only get a peep into the interior, I should know in a minute. Let me see; where's my pouncet-box? Ah! there's another groan, and the sob of a female! I hear some one praying too; rather unusual _that_, I trow. I must go in. _But no_, I cannot _get_ in, the door is fastened; I'll knock.