human
Stop a moment, Mr. Ridley,
gpt
Where are you going?
human
Where? His voice fell to a deep whisper. There was a look of terror in his eyes.
gpt
Where? God only knows. Maybe to hell.
human
The 'Home,' Mr. Elliott! We must get him into the' Home,'
gpt
What home?
human
Home for inebriates,
gpt
What home?
human
A home, replied Mr. Elliott,
gpt
Then take me there, for God's sake!
human
Order the carriage immediately,