human
This is the first stage of my pilgrimage. I won't keep you five minutes.
gpt
West of the tower, Mr. Wallace; just before you reach the porch.
human
I went away in bitterness--and I'm sorry now, he said.
gpt
The real trouble was unimportant; I think it was forgotten. Every now and then the letters came; but the written word is cold. There are things that can never be set quite right in this world.