human
Best turn about, Metcalfs, growled the Squire.
gpt
We can do nothing here. There’ll be the women wanting us out Beamsley way, and Michael has his donkey to attend to.
human
True, assented Michael.
gpt
All’s gone—Marston, York, Skipton—but Elizabeth is with us still. There’s many a kick left in li’le Elizabeth.