human
Now, Missis, you'll be as good as your word, I 'ope, and gim me my fare.
gpt
Silas, it's my belief you are demented; let our Sarah go. I want to hear where the old de'il took her to, and how she comes in like this, with no bonnet or shawl, and her hair blown about like that. There, that's more like it,