human
Poor Frances!
gpt
Edith, my dear daughter!
human
Mother, I can't stand it! was the response.
gpt
I must either do this or something worse. And to drag in the Apostle Paul as a prop for such hypoc--I'll just go and churn, and perhaps I can talk like a Christian when I come back!
human
Nay!
gpt
But, Charity, I _owe_ you this,
human
If you're bound to reckon up, my Lady, betwixt you and me, there mun be somewhat set down o' tother side o' th' book, announced Charity sturdily.
gpt
Yo' mun mind you 'at yo' took me ba'at [without] a commendation, because nob'ry [nobody] 'd have me at after Mistress Watson charged me wi' stealing her lace fall, 'at she found at after amongst her kerchiefs; that's a hundred pound to th' good. And yo' nursed me through th' fever--that's another. And yo' held me back fro' wedding wi' yon wastrel [scoundrel] Nym Thistlethwaite, till I'd seen a bit better what manner of lad he were, and so saved me fro' being a poor, bruised, heart-broke thing like their Margery is now, 'at he did wed wi'--and that counts for five hundred at least. That's seven hundred pound, Madam, and I've nobut twelve i' th' world--I'm bankrupt. So, if you please, we'll have no reckonings, or I shall come off warst. And would you please to tell me when you look to be i' London town, and where you'll 'light first?
human
My good Charity! they named thee not ill, answered Lady Louvaine.
gpt
I trust to be in London the end of March--nigh on Lady Day; and I light at the White Bear, in the King's Street, Westminster.
human
Pray you, Madam, how many miles is it hence?
gpt
An't like you, Madam, I'd fain go the first o' March.