human
Pryor, said Mr. Hayes sharply,
gpt
Yes, said the vicar, and Mr. Masters chimed in, following his host's lead almost mechanically. The worthy little squire concluded that he must have said something dreadful, and wondered, as he talked, what these Hardings could have done.
human
I suppose some of 'em were hanged, he said to himself, and stole a glance of commiseration at Reynold, who was gloomily intent upon his plate.
gpt
People ought to let one know beforehand when there's anything disagreeable like that--why, one might talk about ropes! I shall speak to Hayes, though perhaps he doesn't know. A deucedly unpleasant young fellow, but so was John Rothwell, and it must be uncommonly uncomfortable to have anything of that kind in one's family. God bless my soul! he looked as if he were going to murder me!
human
No, no, Pryor, you are begging the question of the date,