human
Jet, flash, and sparkle, little grenade! Dart fire, little stiletto, but you can do no more! Snarl and show your white teeth, little kitten; but your claws are shielded--you cannot bite now. Expand your wings, my bright little humming-bird; but you will find them clipped. Try to soar to your native heaven, my dazzling, glorious bird of paradise; and your drooping plumes will fall, fluttering and earth-stained, to the dust.
gpt
Well, that all sounds mighty fine, Mr. Garnet, and is a grand flourish of rhetoric on your part. I made no doubt but you'll excuse me if I don't understand a single blessed word of it. You're a schoolmaster, and, of course, ought to understand what's proper; but your grand tropes and figures of speech are all a waste of powder and shot when addressed to me. Just talk in plain English, and don't keep calling me names, and I'll feel greatly obliged. What a grenade and all them other things are I haven't the remotest idea; but I expect they're something dreadful bad, or you wouldn't keep calling me them. It's real impolite in you to talk so; and I wonder you ain't ashamed of yourself, Rozzel Garnet!
human
No, you don't understand, Miss Lawless, he said slowly, and with the same evil smile.
gpt
Shall I tell you in plainer words my meaning?
human
No, you needn't bother yourself, said Pet, shortly.
gpt
The less you say to me the better I'll like it. I'm not in the habit of talking to the offcasts of society, such as you are, Mr. Garnet; and, like frog-soup, though it does well enough for a time, one doesn't like it as a constant thing.
human
Here, push on! push on! said the gruff voice of Black Bart behind them.
gpt
No use standing palavering here all night. Get along, Rozzy, boy, and taking this little snapping-turtle along with you. Up with the glim, Jack, till ma'm'selle sees where she's going.