human
I'll tell you what, said Enoch Powell, the landlord of the Thorn and Thistle,
gpt
They have had their time-table smashed to smithereens at the first go, was the joyful comment.
human
Wait till our lads get across, they'll let 'em know.
gpt
Think on it, the people said one to another,
human
King's shilling while they were drunk. He had looked down upon them as being lower in social scale than himself, and he would never be seen walking with a soldier. When he saw lads of his own class enlisting, he shrugged his shoulders with a laugh.
gpt
Let 'em join if they want to, he said,