human
Bridget, she said,
gpt
So that's how you look at it, is it? said Aunt Bridget, with a flash of her cold grey eyes.
human
I thought I came to this house--your house as you call it--only out of the best intentions, just to spare you trouble when you were ill and unable, to attend to your duties as a wife. But because I correct your child when she is wilful and sly and wicked. . . .
gpt
Correct your own child, Bridget O'Neill! cried my mother,
human
Say no more, said Aunt Bridget,
gpt
Bridget O'Neill, cried my mother, rising up from her chair,