human
I know I'm sick--dying, perhaps, he gasped, from under the blankets;
gpt
It has been lookin' consid'ble like rain, lately, hereabouts, continued the captain, coolly, in a kind of amphibious slang, characteristic of the man,
human
Captain! will you hear me?
gpt
Yer goin' to sleep, now,
human
But, Captain, they are pursuing me! If they should track me here?
gpt
Thar is a rifle over thar, and yer's my navy revolver. When I've emptied them, and want you to bear a hand, I'll call ye. Just now your lay is to turn in. It's my watch.
human
Lorenzo,
gpt
Shipped on board of a Liner, 'Renzo, boys, Renzo,
human
whereon Roger Catron lay, a circumstance that always seemed to excite Captain Dick to greater effort and more rapid vocalization. Toward morning, in the midst of a prolonged howl from the captain, who was finishing the
gpt
Starboard Watch, ahoy!
human
Dry up, you d--d old fool, will you?
gpt
He's coming up to the wind, he said softly, rubbing his hands.
human
The pills is fetchin' him. Steady now, boys, steady. Steady as she goes on her course,
gpt
Yes, poor Caroline has had a sad, sad history, the languid Mrs. Walker Catron would say,
human
What was this dark history never came out, but its very mystery always thrilled the visitor, and seemed to indicate plainly the respectability of the hostess. An American family without a genteel skeleton in its closet could scarcely add to that gossip which keeps society from forgetting its members. Nor was it altogether unnatural that presently Mrs. Roger Catron lent herself to this sentimental deception, and began to think that she really was a more exquisitely aggrieved woman than she had imagined. At times, when this vague load of iniquity put upon her dead husband assumed, through the mystery of her friends, the rumor of murder and highway robbery, and even an attempt upon her own life, she went to her room, a little frightened, and had
gpt
reappearing more mournful and pathetic than ever, and corroborating the suspicions of her friends. Indeed, one or two impulsive gentlemen, fired by her pathetic eyelids, openly regretted that the deceased had not been hanged, to which Mrs. Walker Catron responded that,
human
Thank Heaven, they were spared at least that disgrace!