human
There, he said, placing the parcels in her hands.
gpt
I hope your mother is better, miss,
human
A little, thank you, Mr. Searle,
gpt
That's the American young lady again. Hanged if I can understand it. They're high-born, I'm sure; but wot's keeping them starving here in Nunsford is wot _I_ can't tell.
human
And you've give more credit? said the sharp voice of his wife, as that lady's thin figure appeared in the doorway of the shop parlor.
gpt
Well, Searle, you _are_ easy took in.
human
Never mind, Sairey, answered Searle.
gpt
I couldn't look at that child's white face, and let her go 'ungry.