human
What is there to cry about because you have not seen me for two days? he began;
gpt
It's fine for you to talk of home, she said to this.
human
You've got something that is a home, I s'pose? But me! my home's like hell, with nothing but quarrellin' and cursin', and father who beats us whether sober or drunk. Yes! she repeated shrewdly, seeing the lively disgust on Willoughby's face,
gpt
But, my poor Esther, how can I help it, what can I do?