human
Why, Bessy, my young friend, you look as if you had been crying.
gpt
If I have been crying, they have not been unhappy tears, Mr. Sheriff, answered Bessy;
human
Go along for a saucy girl, said the sheriff, laughing;
gpt
I'm not in the market,
human
And who is your guest, Mr. Sheriff? I inquired.
gpt
You say he is a friend of mine, which saves my question from impertinence.
human
Oh, we have no secrets in Virginia, answered the sheriff.
gpt
This is Mr. Wheatley, of Norfolk. He says, as we have been cutting each other's throats here, he has just come up to see all his dead friends; for, as I dare say you have found out, Wheatley must have his jest, even on the most serious subject. But here he comes.