human
Dear me, said Mr. Deacon.
gpt
That is very nearly salmoney, isn't it?
human
Herbert! his Ina admonished, in gentle, gentle reproach. Mr. Deacon punned, organically. In talk he often fell silent and then asked some question, schemed to permit his vice to flourish. Mrs. Deacon's return was always automatic:
gpt
Whose Bert? he said to this.
human
I thought I was your Bert.
gpt
You are a case,