human
Come, Charlotte, said Sir Hugh, after executing one of the pieces of music then in vogue,
gpt
Nay, uncle, said Martin, jerking out his legs straight before him, then putting them to the ground gently, and then lightly executing a sort of somersault and coming forward,
human
I pr'ythee hold me excused. I shall but spoil your music: my voice is rugged. I am not gifted to sing squealingly with a lady. A psalm or so at church, or a quaver after supper I can execute; but my voice is like the howl of an Irish wolf when I sing a part with the lady Charlotte: blessings on her celestial throat.
gpt
Nay, Martin, said Charlotte, as she seated herself,
human
Truly so, he said,