human
What a surprise to find 'e here, Martin! Yet not much, neither, for wheer the auld stones be, theer you 'm to be expected.
gpt
How are you, Chris? But I needn't ask. Yes, I'm fond of the stones.
human
Well you may be. They talk to 'e like friends, seemingly. An' even I knaw a sight more 'bout 'em now. You've made me feel so differ'nt to 'em, you caan't think.
gpt
For that matter, he answered, leaping at the chance,
human
Why, how could I, Martin?
gpt
I'll tell you. Would you mind sitting down here, just for a moment? I won't keep you. I've no right to ask for a minute of your time; but there's dry moss upon it--I mean the stone; and I was waiting on purpose, if you'll forgive me for waylaying you like this. There's a little thing--a big thing, I mean--the biggest--too big for words almost, yet it wants words--and yet sometimes it doesn't--at least--I--would you sit here?