human
Move the log upon the hearth, Master Hathaway, he said,
gpt
Dead! cried Dame Hathaway, regaining courage, when she found the visitor was not a fairy, or perhaps Robin Goodfellow in _propriâ personâ_.
human
Dead! Gad-a-mercy, how dreadful!
gpt
Best warm his inside, said Master Hathaway, approaching.
human
Here, let us drag him close to the fire, and give him something to drink.