human
I see I have fallen under your displeasure, ma'am, said I.
gpt
Yet I will still be so bold as ask after Mistress Drummond.
human
This cows all! she cried.
gpt
Ye come to me to spier for her! Would God I knew!
human
She is not here?
gpt
Out upon your leeing throat! she cried.
human
What! ye come and spier at me! She's in jyle, whaur ye took her to--that's all there is to it. And of a' the beings ever I beheld in breeks, to think it should be you! Ye timmer scoun'rel, if I had a male left to my name I would have your jaicket dustit till ye raired.