human
Christ! And he knawed--my son?
gpt
He knawed.
human
Then you needn't whisper it. There's awnly us three here.
gpt
An' no others must knaw. You'll never tell--never? You swear that?
human
Me tell! No, no. To think! Then theer's real sorrow for you, tu, poor soul--real, grawin' sorrow tu. Differ'nt from mine, but real enough. Yet--