human
Well, sir, said Mr. Hennessy,
gpt
Yes, said Mr. Dooley,
human
Clancy's son was in here this mornin', an' he says a frind iv his wint to sleep out in th' open wan night, an' whin he got up his pants assayed four ounces iv goold to th' pound, an' his whiskers panned out as much as thirty dollars net.
gpt
If I was a young man an' not tied down here, said Mr. Hennessy,
human
I'd go there: I wud so.