human
At your service, Lady Ingilby, he said.
gpt
I heard a donkey bray just now, and fancied it was Elizabeth, crying over milk spilled at Marston.
human
It was no white milk, Mr. Metcalf, by the look of you.
gpt
The thunder-rain was red in the ditches. It was a good fight, and it’s ended. So, baby Kit, we’re first to the tryst, we two. I’ve been wondering, all from Marston hitherto, whether you were dead or living.
human
Elizabeth will be glad, he said indifferently.
gpt
She was crying for you not long ago.