human
This land o' yours, Mr. Gwynne, lays 'tween here an' this new settlement o' Columbia, an' I c'n tell you that it ain't to be beat anywheres in the country. I'd say it is the best land your fa--er--ahem! The speaker was seized with a violent and obviously unnecessary spell of coughing.
gpt
Somethin' must ha' gone the wrong way, he explained, lamely.
human
Feller ort to have more sense'n to try to swaller when he's talkin'.
gpt
Comes of eatin' like a pig, remarked his wife, glaring at him as she poured coffee into Gwynne's empty cup.
human
Mr. Gwynne'll think you don't know any better. He never eats like this on Sunday,
gpt
I got a week-day style of eatin' an' one strickly held back fer Sunday, said Phineas.
human
Same as clothes er havin' my boots greased.