human
Got the dodge from an old Arctic traveller, Gough explained.
gpt
It's pretty greasy inside, but it keeps that perishing cold out.
human
I said I shouldn't come down to the office to-night, Fisher muttered.
gpt
This is the only place where I can keep decently warm. A good paper is no good to us--we shan't sell five thousand copies to-morrow.
human
Oh, yes, we shall, Gough put in eagerly;
gpt
Hampden, the member for East Battersea, is waiting for you. One of the smart city gangs has cornered the coal supply. There is about half a million tons in London, but there is no prospect of more for days to come. The whole lot was bought up yesterday by a small syndicate, and the price to-morrow is fixed at three pounds per ton--to begin with. Hampden is furious.