human
Yes; you may stand there, you hugly black leeches, hafter shooting us hevery one--though looks ain't hof no consequence in this horrid place; hand hif you don't get 'ung for it some day, my name hain't Priscilla Dorothea Toosypegs! Perhaps you'll show me where my nevvy his, which you've shot so nicely, hand make a fire, hafter keeping hus rolling hin the mud, getting our death hof cold in this 'orrid cold 'ouse, which, being a respectable female, hand not a pig, I hain't used to; hand Hamerica mud hain't the nicest thing I ever saw for to eat; so maybe you'll get hus some dinner, hand show me to where my nevvy his, hif you please,