human
Sakes on us, she cried, her fat face turning a sort of pea-green,
gpt
For goodness' sake go back to your kitchen, you absurd creature. I'll see to the matter. I----
human
Now, don't 'ee, miss, she cried in her tearful anxiety, getting her form of address right the first time.
gpt
Don't 'ee be rash. Ther'll be blood spilt, ther' sure will. Ther's on'y one way, miss, you must talk 'em nice, an', an' if they go fer to take liberties, you--why you, she edged toward her kitchen,