human
You be a proud 'ooman to-night, Jane?
gpt
You be wrong, as usual. I bain't nothing of the sart.
human
Squire and old Captain spoke up so handsome about your Garge.
gpt
Be I the old fool they takes me for? 'Twas soft soap, Susan, ladled out in a big spoon; flimflam I calls it. Habakkuk can ha' the pride, and welcome. He be fair swollen wi' that and ale as Garge is payin' for.
human
I listen to no ill talk about my brother, Jane.
gpt
Then you'd better walk wi' some one else, Susan Yellam. You sees God A'mighty's hand i' this; I don't.