human
Have you had it, Mrs Nash?
gpt
What's all this nonsense about?
human
I'm afraid it's smallpox. I'm so sorry on your account, I said, quite meekly.
gpt
I sort of felt it coming on some days,
human
Fiddlesticks! said she.
gpt
Come, get up!
human
Get up? I cried, in astonishment.
gpt
I can't possibly, Mrs Nash. I tried just now, and couldn't stand!
human
Stuff and nonsense! You ought to be ashamed of yourself going and fighting with a parcel of young roughs over night, and then shamming illness in the morning because you daren't show your black eyes to the governors! Come, you don't get round me with any of your nonsense! Up you get, or I'll start and sweep out the room before you're dressed!