human
There's no use in your taking it, Rob, Wythie gasped, after turning hither and thither with no result.
gpt
If you cut a few feet it would be the most that you could do, and what difference would it make out of so much?
human
You don't suppose I'll yield without striking a blow? cried Roberta, darting at the lawn-mower as if she were no further removed from Samson than his great-granddaughter at most.
gpt
I have meant to cut this grass for ages--it shows that, she added, laughing.
human
Besides, it always matters a lot to me to be beaten. 'Men o' Harlech, in the hollow!'