human
I fear from what he tells me that you do not all get on very happily together at the office. I am so sorry, for I would have liked you all to be friends.
gpt
No, we don't get on very well, I'm sorry to say.
human
The fact is, said Jack,
gpt
He told me so, greatly to my sorrow.
human
I suppose he also told you why?
gpt
Yes, he did tell me something which--
human
He told you I was a convict's son,
gpt
What! exclaimed the clergyman, with an involuntary start--
human
I am,