human
Fred, he said to me the day after I had got home, and after I had returned from a triumphant march through Brownstroke, to show myself off to my old comrades generally, and Cad Prog in particular--
gpt
Fred, said my uncle,
human
I am going to send you to London.
gpt
To London! cried I, not knowing exactly whether to be delighted, or astonished, or alarmed, or all three--
human
Yes. You must get a situation, and do something to earn your living.
gpt
You are old enough to provide for yourself, and I expect you to do so.
human
Yes.
gpt
The sooner you start the better, continued my uncle.
human
I have marked a few advertisements in that pile of newspapers, added he, pointing to a dozen or so of papers on his table.
gpt
You had better take them and look through them, and tell me if you see anything that would suit you.