human
Try a bit o' plum-duff, Mrs Mitford,
gpt
Oh! please--don't! Some tea! Quick! I'll go--
human
Poor Peggy, she never _could_ stand much rough an' tumble, said her husband, returning from the berth to which he had escorted his wife, and seating himself again at the table.
gpt
She's been very bad since we left, an' don't seem to be much on the mend.
human
Och! niver give in, said the assistant cook, who had overheard the remark in passing.
gpt
The ould girl'll be all right before the end o' this wake. It niver lasts more nor tin days at the outside. An' the waker the patients is, the sooner they comes round; so don't let yer sperrits down, Mr Mitford.
human
Thank 'ee, kindly, Terrence, for your encouragin' words; but I'm doubtful. My poor Peggy is so weak and helpless!