human
Come on! said his guide. Running now, they drew near a little windmill spinning high in the air.
gpt
Stoop, said Graham's guide, and they avoided an endless band running roaring up to the shaft of the vane.
human
This way! and they were ankle deep in a gutter full of drifted thawing snow, between two low walls of metal that presently rose waist high.
gpt
I will go first,