human
You mean to murder us, said he,
gpt
he continued, advancing to the cleft of his dungeon wall, at the outward extremity of which was his small grated window.
human
Snow piled against this window now! We shall be buried under it in winter.
gpt
You will have good fires in winter.
human
In winter! Yes! this night; or I shall never see winter.
gpt
This night! Oh, certainly! You can have a fire, though it is not usual with us at this season. Bellines--a fire here immediately.