human
Might as well hab a candle, she said, after a time.
gpt
Git yer knittin', chile, an' 'pear as ef ye didn't distrus' de Lord. What ef de wind is blowin'? what ef de sea is a-screamin'? Don't ye know whose wind and whose sea 'tis?
human
Hagar! exclaimed a voice at the farther end of the kitchen,--a voice so full of compressed fear and anxiety that the old negress tumbled back in her chair with affright,--
gpt
Hagar! are you here?
human
Bress ye! yes, I's here, Mas'r Dick! she answered, catching sight of his white face by the dining-room door.
gpt
I's here, but ye spoke so suddent! Jes' wait, an' I'll hab a candle in a minnit.