human
You keep glorious fires, Miss Thusa,
gpt
It is _her_ father that sends me the wood--and if it isn't his daughter that is warmed by my fire-side, let the water turn to ice on these bricks.
human
And now, Miss Thusa, said the young doctor,
gpt
I ought to be at my wheel, instead of fooling with my tongue, replied Miss Thusa, jerking her spectacles down on the bridge of her nose.
human
I shan't earn the salt of my porridge at this rate; besides there's too much light; somehow or other, I never could feel like reciting them in broad daylight. There must be a sort of a shadow, to make me inspired.
gpt
Please Miss Thusa, oblige the doctor this time, pleaded Helen.
human
I'll come and spin all day to-morrow for you, and send you a sack of salt beside.
gpt
Set a kitten to spinning!