human
Are you better this afternoon, sir?
gpt
I'm sick o' life, said I,
human
Poor lad, said she,
gpt
Not patiently; no! And if I knew more oaths than I think up all day long it might ease me to endure more meekly this accursed sickness.... What is it you sew?
human
Wrist-bands.
gpt
Whose?
human
Do you hear further from Albany?
gpt
No, sir.
human
Then it is sure that Mr. Fonda has become childish and his memory is gone, said I,
gpt
He always was kind,