human
Arsking your pardon, sir, said Mr. Wilks, with tender reproach,
gpt
Are you going to live on your mother, you hulking rascal?
human
No, sir, said Mr. Wilks.
gpt
I've got a little money, sir; enough for my few wants till we sail again.
human
When I sail again you won't come with me, said the captain, grimly.
gpt
I suppose you want an excuse for a soak ashore for six months!
human
I thought p'r'aps as you'd like me to come round and wait at table, and help with the knives and boots and such-like, he said, softly.
gpt
Ann is agreeable.
human
Get out of the house,