human
Oh, my dear Mrs. Lonsdale--!
gpt
I don't blame you, she said,
human
I don't blame you. I _was_ a rotter, to run, but I simply didn't think of myself.
gpt
And now, she was saying, a great weariness in her voice,
human
I've told you. Do you want me to go on? It isn't raining any more.
gpt
Perhaps, Mr. Ford--
human
If you, Mr. Burke, said Mr. Ford,