human
It's to be at Deeping Royal this year, Gabrielle said.
gpt
It was the Lincs Ladies' turn to choose, you see.
human
Selfish pigs, they might have chosen somewhere nearer. Nine miles off; why, hardly any of us will be able to go and look on,
gpt
I think you will find that a certain number will go by train, Miss Craigie said in her quiet way.
human
You ought to be a poet, Noreen--you do love to magnify a grievance.
gpt
Well, I don't magnify the Stinks Professor, anyway, Miss Craigie; he has grown into such an ill-tempered beast, hasn't he, Gabby?
human
Unparliamentary language, Noreen; stop it, please.