human
Meg forgets that I'm a rough English sailor, and don't care a fig for her Scotch sunkets, quoth Boreas, speaking with his mouth full of short bread.
gpt
A good red herring and a slice of Gloster cheese is worth them all. But wilful women will have their own way, and I must eat the mawkish trash to please her.
human
An' find it varra gude, Jock, an' I'm no mistaken, said the buxom fair-haired woman, tapping his rough cheek.
gpt
It wad be something new for him to praise onything made by his ain wife.