human
I don't know you--let me pass,
gpt
Why, you _do_ know me, Mrs. Ketura, and I hope you haven't went and forgotten me so soon, said Mr. Toosypegs, in a deeply-injured tone.
human
Don't you recollect that nasty wet night, a little over two years ago, when you was walking along the north road, and I made Mr. Harkins, who is a real nice man, only a little hasty at times, take you in and drive you to town? You didn't seem in very good spirits that night, and I was real sorry for your trouble--I really was, Mrs. Ketura.