human
Dewan Sahib, harsh words are profitless-- his eyes, glittering, were fixed on the bulbous orbs of the man of the quill--
gpt
Do! do! if you serve not Sindhia what care I what you do. Go back to your honourable trade of thieving. And as to Raja Karowlee, a man who keeps a colony of cowards--what care I for him. Go, go!