human
What now? I enquired hopelessly.
gpt
What new deviltries have ye in store?
human
answered Diccon.
gpt
and here he leered and nodded;
human
Joanna is sick and groweth womanish--
gpt
And look'ee now, friend, quoth Resolution, clapping me on the back,
human
And me, quoth Diccon, patting my other shoulder.
gpt
I stood your friend so much as I might--aye, did I!