human
For de Lor's sake! hurry, Miss Petronilla, said Cupid, in a frightened whisper.
gpt
Dar's de awfulest storm a-comin' to-night you ever see'd. Miss 'Silly oughtn't 'lowed you to go froo de woods to-night.
human
Miss 'Silly, indeed! I guess she hopes I may only get my neck broke before I get home,