human
I reckon ye'll hev to git out here, said the driver, pulling up to breathe his panting horses.
gpt
Ye can't git any nigher.
human
Look here; you agreed to take us to the house. Why, it's a mile away at least!
gpt
Thar, or tharabouts, I reckon,
human
It's no use talking; I can never walk through this sand and horrid glare, said a female voice quickly and imperatively. Then, apprehensively,
gpt
Well, of all the places!
human
Well, I never!
gpt
This DOES exceed everything.
human
It's really TOO idiotic for anything.