human
Richmond! said the young man to himself.
gpt
Richmond! he could have shouted. His boot heels rang it in the pavement, his pulses throbbed it.
human
Richmond,
gpt
Gayly the Troubadour touched his guitar As he was hastening home from the war, Singing in search of thee fain would I roam, Lady love, lady love--
human
Hello! What's the matter with you? called some one through the door he had forgotten to close tightly,
gpt
I'm getting ready; come in and wait.
human
What's the matter with you? he repeated as he leaned against the mantel.
gpt
Good news?
human
Sure!