human
She haint like we-all, he said.
gpt
Wants ter hev bright an' purty things erbout, an' ... he lowered his voice,
human
I put hit on ... once, ter please her, but I reckon hit didn't make much of a showin' under _this_. He ran his fingers reflectively through his heavy beard for a moment; then, with his voice still a forte whisper, he added,
gpt
Say, stranger, I've got a leetle drap o' white liquor hid out in the woodshed whar Smiles kaint find hit, an' ef yo'd delight ter wet yo'r throat afore she comes back, why ...