human
Wait--jus' one moment, please, suh, implored Ananias, hastening after him.
gpt
Jus' happened to think of it, suh: Captain Cram's wearin' gloves dis mawnin'.
human
Ah! So much the more chance to come back here in ten minutes.--Whoa, coltikins: how are you this morning, sir? Think you could run away if I begged you to pretty hard? You'll try, won't you, old boy? said Waring, stroking the glossy neck of the impatient bay.--
gpt
Now, Jim, let go. Never allow anybody to hold a horse for you when you mount. That's highly unprofessional, sir. That'll do.