human
Who can that be? exclaimed the general, his short hairs bristling like the quills of his titular godfather.
gpt
I--think I know the voices,
human
Bless my soul! exclaimed the general, with an accent which showed that he was wishing the reverse of blessings upon souls less needy than his own.
gpt
You don't mean--
human
Oh, I do! said Mrs. Burton, wringing her hands.
gpt
Do hurry!