human
Lord, she moaned as she wrung her skinny hands,
gpt
Lord, what we gwine do now? Dyar's Marse Robert away, an' a good thing too; dyar's no mother, nuthin' but me, Lord, what _is_ I gwine do?
human
Honey, she declared briskly as she opened the door,
gpt
Ise gwine mek yo' fiah, it's gittin' col', fer shuah!