human
The rattle of broken glass was like musketry. The first thing I saw when I got out was the dead body of the engine-driver with the stoker close by. It was just the same with the train in front. Afterwards, I tried to find a way out, but couldn't. There was a man with me who trod on some of them cables as you call 'em, and the next instant there was no man--but I don't want to talk of that.
gpt
It means months upon months,
human
Not months--years, Rossiter replied.
gpt
Yet I dare say that in the long run we shall benefit by the calamity, great communities do. As to calculating the damage, my imagination only goes as far as fifty millions, and then stops. And yet if anybody had suggested this to me yesterday morning, I should have laughed.
human
It would have seemed impossible.
gpt
Absolutely impossible. And yet now that it has come about, how easy and natural it all seems! Come, let us get to work and try to forget.