human
And now, my dear Bessy, I have got to carry you back to Beavors. Thank Heaven, you are very light, and we are not likely to meet many people; for you having lost your hat and I mine, and both having acquired a remarkable portion of mud upon our garments, we are not the most respectable-looking couple that ever journeyed through the world together.
gpt
For heaven's sake, do not jest at present, Richard, she answered.
human
You men cannot feel these things as we women do. I do not believe I shall ever jest again, when I think of the danger I have brought upon myself, and into which I have drawn you. But where is your horse? Mine, poor fellow, is drowned, of course. Poor Ned! I am very sorry for him; but from the way in which he fell, he must be drowned.
gpt
Very lucky for you he _did_ fall that way, my dear cousin, I replied;
human
He has gone home, I dare say, replied Bessy;
gpt
First, I must carry you up to the road,