human
I'll jest wait till you're stowin' that away, my golden-haired beauty, said the colonel, within himself,
gpt
Ef that's the game, continued the colonel, to himself,
human
I reckon the proper time to play my trump is just when you're a-pourin' from his bag into your'n. It'll be ez good's a theatre, to bring the boys up to see how 'twas done. Lord! I wish he'd hurry up!