human
By my beard, Kitt, cried Hilary,
gpt
And it vexes me sorely to think that my friend Antonio can profit nothing by it,
human
Reck nothing of him, cried Tom Hawke.
gpt
What does that little chest of thine contain? Let us see, old lad.
human
Well, let us see them, said Hilary.
gpt
Maybe they will give us the true value of this store of gems.