human
Vat you say to dat? cried the waiter, turning round to face his companions, beginning loudly and ending in a choking whisper, for he had met a gust of wind face to face which stopped him for the moment from taking his breath and forced him to turn his back and make a snatch at the corner of one of the warehouses.
gpt
Faith of a good man! he panted.
human
The vind blow me inside out! Aha! What did I say?
gpt
Capital! panted Rodd, almost as breathlessly as the waiter, at whom upon any other occasion he would have burst out into a roar of laughter, so grotesque was his appearance with the white napkin tied under his chin.
human
Oh, this is a splendid place!
gpt
Here, you look out, Pickle, cried Uncle Paul.
human
Lay hold of something, or we shall be blown right off.
gpt
All right, uncle. Why, if one of those gusts sent us into the harbour we should be drowned.
human
Come a little farther this way, then, and if the wind is too much for us, why we shall only go down into this barge.