human
Vote--vote, vote, they cried. The Fourth ward balloted again and the vote stood
gpt
Yes, fifteen, no, twelve, and the proud face of the suave Judge Van Dorn turned white with rage, and the red scar flickered like lightning across his forehead. The voting could not proceed. For men were running about the room, and Joseph Calvin was hovering over the South Harvey delegation like a buzzard. Morty Sands suspected Calvin's mission. The young man rose and ran to Dr. Nesbit and whispered:
human
Doctor, Nate's got seven hundred dollars in the bank--see what Calvin is doing? I can get it up here in three minutes. Can you use it to help?
gpt
Touch not, taste not, handle not, Morty--I've sworn off. Teetotler,
human
No law against it, chirped the Doctor,
gpt
The Fourth ward desires to change her vote,