human
My prudent Mother Hubbard, why not? he said to me, when he wanted, without the least consideration, to bestow five pounds on the brickmaker.
gpt
I made ten pounds, clear, out of Coavinses' business.
human
How was that?
gpt
Why, I got rid of ten pounds which I was quite content to get rid of, and never expected to see any more. You don't deny that?
human
No,
gpt
Very well! Then I came into possession of ten pounds--
human
The same ten pounds,
gpt
That has nothing to do with it! returned Richard.
human
I have got ten pounds more than I expected to have, and consequently I can afford to spend it without being particular.