human
And your father would be angry, would he, my dear?
gpt
Oh, very--oh, so angry! Please don't stop me,
human
And what'll ye give me not to tell him, now? asked Mr Bags.
gpt
Ain't ye got nothing for me?
human
No--oh, no--indeed, nothing. Do let me pass.
gpt
Yes, you have; you've got this, I think, said Bags, snatching at a silver-mounted comb glistening in her hair, which, thus loosened, all fell down on her shoulders as she darted past him.
human
And now, said Mr Bags, inspecting his prize,
gpt
I think me and that 'ere cheating Jew is quits for the silver fork. I'll allow it's plated now.