human
Malviny is goin' to _freeze_ to-night!
gpt
that seemed to bring all of Malviny's sufferin's right in front of me. But so strong is my common sense that even in that agitatin' time I thought to myself, as I wiped the perspiration from my foretop,
human
Good land! what is Malviny made of to be even comfortable cool to say nothin' of freezin'. And my next thought wuz,
gpt
What sort of a place have I got into?