human
What a blessed place to sit in and rest after the toils and sufferings of war, said Hardy, to the shadow,
gpt
It's a hivenly place intirely, responded the shadow,
human
I never studied algebra, Flynn, so it's of no use puttin' the question to me, said Hardy;
gpt
That's it, sarjint; that's just where it lies, returned Flynn, in a slow, weak voice.
human
I've bin occupied wi' that question too--namely, how thin may a man git widout losin' the power to howld up his clo'es?
gpt
You needn't be uneasy on that score, said Hardy, casting an amused glance at his companion,