human
This is the beginning of the end, Gilead P. Beck, he murmured.
gpt
The Lord, to try you, sent His blessed Ile, and you've received it with a proud stomach. Now you air going off your head. Plain English, and you can't take in a single sentence.
human
There was no softenin' yesterday, he murmured, trying to reassure himself.
gpt
Why should there be to-day? Softenin' comes by degrees. Let us try again. Great Jehoshaphat!