human
No, said Flipp, the champion euchre-player, with a sad face and a strong oath.
gpt
He used to lose his ounces like a man. But t'other night I knocked at his door, and asked him to come down an' hev a han'. He didn't say nothin', but _she_ up an' sed he'd stopped playin'. I reely tuk it to be my duty to argy with her, an' show her how tough it wuz to cut off a feller's enjoyment; but she sed 'twas too high-priced fur the fun it fetched.
human
That ain't the wust, nuther, said Topjack Flipp's usual partner.
gpt
There wuz Arkansas Bill an' Jerry Miller, thet used to be ez fond of ther little game ez anybody. Now, ev'ry night they go up thar to Blizzer's, an' jest do nothin' but sit aroun' an' talk. It's enough to make a marble statoo cuss to see good men spiled that way.
human
Somethin' 'stonishin' 'bout what comes of it, though, resumed the deacon.