human
I was never one for my Lady Derby’s prayerful view of life, said Rawstorn, his gruff voice softening,
gpt
I know that glamour, too, said Kit, with his unconquerable simplicity.
human
There’s a cracked bell rings me in on Sabbath mornings to our kirk in Yoredale.
gpt
What do you find there, lad?
human
Strength undeserved, and the silver sheen of wings.
gpt
Say, laddie, can you drink?
human
A bucketful, if I’m not needed on this side of the dawn.