human
Beg pard'n, Miss Drew, exclaimed the sailor, starting up in confusion, and pulling his forelock,
gpt
Mr Molloy! gasped Marion, grasping his hand and looking furtively round,
human
Yes, Miss, we've all escaped, thank God, an' we're all here--'cept John Miles, in coorse, for he's bin invalided home--
gpt
He's no more invalided home than yourself, Jack, said a seaman, who was enjoying his coffee at a neighbouring table;
human
Are ye sure o' that, mate?
gpt
Mother, let us go out!