human
I believe ye called yerself a lawyer, Mr. Page, an' from Boston. Do ye happen to know a lawyer thar that has got eyes like a cat, an' a nose like a gentleman from Jerusalem, an' rubs his hands as if he was washin' 'em while he's talkin'?
gpt
I do, Mr. Terry, he answered,
human
I know him well. His name is Frye, Nicholas Frye.
gpt
An' as you're a lawyer, an' one that looks to me as honest, continued Uncle Terry,
human
That is a question I would rather not answer, replied Albert,
gpt
I am goin' ter beg yer pardon, Mr. Page, he said at last,
human
I will tell you, Mr. Terry, he said after the handshake,
gpt
I knew it! I knew it! I'm a blamed old fool an' ought ter hev a keeper put over me! Then turning to Albert he added,
human
I've paid that dum thief over four hundred dollars this year an' hain't got a scrap o' paper ter show fer't, and nothin's been done so fer as I kin see 'bout the business. He meditated a few moments, and then turning around suddenly added,
gpt
My wife an' Telly don't know nothin' 'bout this, and I don't want they should. Thar's a sucker born every minit and two ter ketch him, an' I b'lieve it! I've been ketched an' skinned fer dead sure! I want ter sleep on't, an' mebbe in the mornin' I'll tell ye the hull story, an' how I've been made a fool of. I'm beginnin' ter think I kin trust ye.
human
I thank you for your good opinion, answered Albert,