human
Oh my! oh my! a sin I call it--a wicked, cruel, sinful sin! Widow Hookham exclaimed as soon as she could speak.
gpt
All over the village, all over the parish, in two days' time at the latest it will be. Oh, how could your Worship allow of it?
human
Give your mamma a glass of wine, my dear, said Mr. John Smith, as the widow fell back, with violent menace of fainting, or worse; while the poor Squire, expecting some new blow, folded his tremulous hands to receive it.
gpt
Take a good drink, ma'am, and then relieve your system.
human
That Cripps! oh, that Cripps! exclaimed Mrs. Hookham, as soon as the wine, which first
gpt
had taken the right direction;
human
What is it about Cripps?