human
Ah, there, be gentle! laughed the rogue who was wearing Michael’s clothes.
gpt
My name’s Driver—Will Driver, at your service—and I allus said—said it to gentle and simple, I did—that, though I’m named Driver, I willun’t be druv. He came and patted the brute’s face, talked to its elemental obstinacy, praised some qualities that only he could find to praise.
human
There, mister! She willun’t be druv. Treat her kindly. That’s the password. Don’t drag her bridle, thinking she’s going to gallop for the King. You’re no horseman now—just a sutler bringing his wares to camp.