human
The game grows dull, grumbled Michael.
gpt
We had primroses and lambs in Yoredale till I wearied of them. I thought Blake promised war and blows when we rode out to Nappa.
human
The swim into York and the return—they were not enough for you?
gpt
I yawned so much in Yoredale, said the other, with his careless laugh.
human
There’s much leeway to make up, babe Christopher.