human
Come along, Fisher said to Gough, who was trying to warm the end of his nose with a large cigar.
gpt
Seems a pity to waste all this album of copy upon a paper without any circulation.
human
What would have a circulation in this frost? Gough growled.
gpt
How deserted the place is! Seems shuddering to think that a man might fall down in Trafalgar Square in the broad daylight and die of exposure, but there it is. Hang me if the solitude isn't getting on my nerves.
human
This is getting a nightmare, he said.
gpt
We shall find ourselves dodging Polar bears presently. It isn't gregarious enough for me. Let's get along in the direction where Hampden's friends are.