human
I'm going to the Devil, sir! cried Richard.
gpt
Give me your hand on it.
human
My poor young man, said he,
gpt
Yes, a damnable fool of myself!
human
You'd better go home and go to bed, he said.
gpt
You'll make yourself ill by going on at this rate.
human
I--I'm afraid to go home, said Richard, in a broken voice.
gpt
For God's sake, come with me! --and the wretched fellow burst into tears.
human
I'm too bad for any company but yours,
gpt
Come, come, said he,