human
I saw two young fools at the stile, said Squire Metcalf.
gpt
I’ve watched you for half an hour. Best wed in your own station, Kit—no more, no less. No Metcalf ever went dandying after great ladies yet. We’ve our own proper pride.
human
I love her. There’s no other for me,
gpt
Ah, well, he said at last,
human
We’ve lands and gear enough,
gpt
We have, but not as they count such matters. They’ve got one foot in Yoredale, and t’other in London; and we seem very simple to them, Kit.