human
Praised be the Lord who hath not given us over for a prey unto their teeth.
gpt
Our soul is escaped even as a bird out of the snare of the fowler. The snare is broken and we are escaped. He read the responses in a slow, booming roar, at least half a sentence behind the rest, but the minister always waited for him. As he finished, he saw the sexton standing in the open door.
human
A little more steam, Jehiel,
gpt
Well, that's the last time he'll give me an order for _one_ while!