human
How slow you are! he exclaimed.
gpt
A plague on you, to make a man wait on you all the morning! Come, deliver what you have, and be curst, and then go to Hell for orders.
human
Come, Mr. Gravity from Head to Foot, but from neither Head nor Foot to the Heart, said he,
gpt
heaved a deep sigh, to the hazard of losing several buttons off his waistcoat.
human
All I have is two shillings. You would not take that from a poor man.
gpt
Pooh! rejoined the
human
Golden Farmer,
gpt
I have not the faith to believe you, for you seem by your manner and habit to be a man of better circumstances than you pretend; therefore, open your budget, or else I shall fall foul about your house.
human
Dear sir, wailed the old gentleman,
gpt
D——n you, rejoined Davis,
human
Golden Farmer is found in a new setting; this time upon the Oxford Road. The particularly evil character of this road was enlarged upon in 1671 by Richard Brockenden, writing to Sir Richard Paston, and describing what he called