human
Eh--e--eh, Gammon!--I say --he stammered--
gpt
Nothing but a piece of good fortune, for which you are indebted to your distinguished friend, Mr. Phelim O'Something, replied Gammon, bitterly,
human
Hang Mr. O'Doodle! exclaimed Titmouse;
gpt
I--'pon my precious soul--I always thought him a-a fool and a knave. I'll make him pay me the money he owes me!
human
You had perhaps better direct your powerful mind to this Address, quoth Mr. Gammon, with a blighting smile,
gpt
That cock won't _really_ fight, though, eh?
human
I think it _will_, replied Mr. Gammon, thoughtfully: and presently continued after a pause, with a visible effort to speak calmly,
gpt
Mr. Phelim O'Doodle owes me three hundred pounds, Gammon, and I hope you'll get it for me at once; 'pon my soul, he's a most cursed scamp, quoth Titmouse, furiously, looking up with an air of desperate chagrin, on hearing Gammon's last words. That gentleman, however, took no notice of him, and proceeded, addressing Mr. Bloodsuck,
human
I have weighed every word in that Address. _It means mischief._ It has evidently been well considered; it is calm and determined--and we shall have a desperate contest, or I am grievously mistaken.
gpt
E--e--eh? E--h? What, Gammon?