human
You’ll be cold, sure, he said.
gpt
I’ll let you in and show you the bath-room; there’ll be hot water. I’ll garage the car, and by the time you’re dry I’ll be back. I don’t dare wake my housekeeper. The last trump wouldn’t get her out of bed before half-past seven. But her heart is never cold, and at half-past eight she’ll give us a breakfast fit for the three kings of Carrickmagree. Not but what we’ll forage out something before then.