human
Ah-ha, my lydy! exclaimed the rubber, shaking his head and stepping away from the door of the stall that the mare should not muzzle his clothing.
gpt
That's a fine sound--wot?
human
Is it dust in her poor nose?
gpt
Is that your name? 'Hunches Slattery'?
human
That's wot they've called me this ten year back. You see, I was a jockey when I was a lad, and a good one, too, if Hi do say it as shouldn't. But I got throwed in a steeplechase race. When they let me out o' the 'orspital I was like this--'unchbacked and crooked. I been 'Unchie ever since, Miss.
gpt
I am so sorry,