human
I say, Jack, what's the matter with you, anyhow? asked Merrihew, out of patience.
gpt
A boy could have made that three-cushion, his hands tied behind him.
human
It was bad, Hillard agreed.
gpt
Perhaps I am not taking the interest in the game that I formerly took.
human
I should say not. You lost me fifty last night. Corlis has no more right to cross foils with you than I have; and yet he goes in for the finals, while you are out of it. Where's your eye? Where's your grip?
gpt
And when I make a proposition, pursued Merrihew,
human
I'm sure I don't know where it is. Shall we finish the game?
gpt
Not if you're going to throw it like this,
human
Ten and a string against your half a string, said Hillard, studying the score.
gpt
I'll bet a bottle that I beat you.
human
Done! said Merrihew. Being on his mettle, he made a clean score of twenty, five to go.
gpt
I can see you paying for that check, Jack.