human
What _ye_ here fur, lad?--what ye here fur? The Lord knows it's no place fur the sort ye b'long to!
gpt
I was looking at the sea, said Noll;
human
Nothin' that'll do ye any good ter know! cried Dirk, roughly, beginning to pace up and down the sand again.
gpt
Ye can't know nothin' o' trouble, lad! How ken ye?
human
Are any of your family ill, Dirk?
gpt
Ill? Sick, ye mean? O Lord! yes, yes,--and dyin'!