human
I hate him! I _hate_ him! she cried, stamping her foot.
gpt
I will never knock at his door again! I'd like to take Cyril and run away! I'll get the birthday cake and fling it into the pond; nothing shall stop me! . Then, seeing her mother's white face, she wailed, as she flung herself on the bed:
human
Oh, mother, mother,--why did you ever let him come to live with us? Did we _have_ to have him for a father? Couldn't you _help_ it, mother?