human
It do seem out a’ready, sonnies,
gpt
That’s true as gospel, said the baker.
human
Do ’ee think I med go back to my dough, neighbours?
gpt
A merciful Providence, murmured Noakes, the lines of anxiety disappearing from his face.
human
Run up along and tell neighbour Trenchard how we all do heartily rejoice, Josiah.
gpt
Feyther, he yelled,
human
cried the baker.
gpt
What in the name——
human
Now, sonnies, haul away, cried the smith.
gpt
Ricks hev staddles but no legs, as fur as I do know. ’Tis the wind blowing the smoke down along. Now, all together.