human
Well, Tim, said his master one morning, as the old stud-groom came in to say the horses were well, and ask what exercise they were to take.
gpt
What exercise? said George;
human
What! said the astonished old man,
gpt
Who? returned his master.
human
For your life, Tim, not a word. And pulling him closer by the arm, whispered:
gpt
MYSELF!
human
You, sir?--but your weight, sir? Twelve stun five and your saddle. Oh, no, Master George, that won't do.
gpt
Now, Tim, you are a clever fellow, but others are as knowing as you. Look here. You see this weighing-chair; well, I bought that in London. Now weigh me.
human
Why, sir, he exclaimed, after looking at it,
gpt
Or physic, continued Bradon.
human
Banting, Tim, Banting. No bread, no butter, no sugar, no beer, no saccharine matter of any sort; plenty of meat, biscuits, toast, claret, and seltzer-water. That is my diet, and I never felt so well. If wanted I shall be able to ride eleven stone with the greatest ease.