human
Open the door! Bertha shouted again.
gpt
Transparent, brittle creature! Ha! ha! Old Bruin, whom I hate, calls her Gold Elsie. The old fellow despises heaven, and may go to hell for all I care, for I shall be blessed, eternally blessed. He calls her Gold Elsie because she has hair of amber. Fie! how ugly you are! my hair is black as the raven’s wing. I am a thousand times the fairer. Do you hear me, moonlight face?