human
That's some door, all right! judged Bohannan, peering at its dark wood, heavily banded with iron.
gpt
Faith, but they've got a padlock on that, big enough to hold the Pearly Gates!
human
It is only a question, now, of the key,
gpt
Faith, _here's_ a trap! the Irishman continued.
human
A trap, for you! And thirteen rats in it! Lucky, eh?
gpt
In Jananti Shahr, the memory of a sentence flashed to the Master,
human
But all he said was:
gpt
Light, here! Bring lamps!
human
If we put out all lights, we'll have the attackers at a disadvantage. We can account for fifty or more, before they close in. And--'Captain Alden,' sir! Where are you going? Back, here!