human
The will of the Lord be done! The will of the Lord be done, Smith.
gpt
The will of the Lord shall not be done, cried Mr. Smith emphatically, and striking his thick knees with his fist,
human
What good will it do me? the father asked, talking with himself alone.
gpt
Will it ever bring back my girl--my child? Bereaved I am, but it cannot be long! I shall meet her in a better world, Smith.
human
To be sure your Worship will, with the angels and archangels. But to my mind that will be no satisfaction, till the man has swung for it.
gpt
Excuse me for a moment, will you, Mr. Smith, excuse me? I have no right to be overcome, and I thought I had got beyond all that. Ring the bell, and they will bring you cold sirloin and a jug of ale. Help yourself, and don't mind me. I will come back directly. No, thank you; I can walk alone. How many have had much worse to bear! You will find the under-cut the best.
human
It is natural--after all, it is natural. Poor old chap! he has taken it as well as could be expected. However, we must all live; and I feel uncommonly peckish just now. I declare I would rather have had something hot, this weather. But in such a case, one must put up with things. I wonder if they have got any horseradish. All frozen hard in the ground, I fear--no harm, at any rate, in asking.
gpt
I'll not go nigh the baste!