human
Shure, I won't let you starve, Florence,
gpt
But, Mrs. O'Keefe, I can't consent to live on you.
human
And why not? I'm well and strong, and I'm makin' more money than I nade.
gpt
I couldn't think of it, though I thank you for your kindness.
human
Shure, you might write a letter to your uncle, Florence.
gpt
He would expect me, in that case, to consent to a marriage with Curtis. You wouldn't advise me to do that?
human
No; he's a mane blackguard, and I'd say it to his face.