human
Old gal's bolted agin, observed Billy, in the middle of his task.
gpt
No, said Smith,
human
Last night, said Billy.
gpt
She give me a dose fust, and when I came round, if she ain't sloped along of all my browns. She's a rum un.
human
Bless you, though, continued he, breathing hard on to the toes of Jack's boot,
gpt
You ought to keep your money where she can't find it,
human
cried he, suddenly perceiving Hawkesbury, who all this time had been looking on and listening in bewilderment.
gpt
Shin'e boots next, cap'n? Oh my, ain't he a topper?
human
Who's your friend?
gpt
My friend's a shoeblack,
human
All, a curious little fellow. Well, as I dare say you've plenty to say to one another, I'll be going. Good-bye,