human
This, he remarked, eying a sixpence extracted from the knotted corner of his handkerchief,
gpt
He stared at the coin with a sigh, as though he hoped it would swell into a shilling. It did not, and he sighed again.
human
Shall I have good luck in this place? cried he.
gpt
Heads I shall, tails I shan't. The coin spun and fell heads.
human
Ha! said the tramp, getting on to his feet,