human
Bull's-eye be hanged! I exclaimed, recklessly.
gpt
Hear, hear, was the general chorus.
human
Come along, cried Doubleday.
gpt
Now you are sober you can come along with us. Hook on to Whip. There's just room for five on the pavement comfortably. Plenty of room in the road for anybody else. Come on, we're on the spree, my boy, and no mistake. Hullo, old party, cried he to a stout old lady who was approaching, and innocently proposing to pass us;
human
You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, a set of young fellows like you, said the old lady, with great and very natural indignation,
gpt
Oh, don't apologise, said Whipcord;
human
There's one of you, said the old lady, looking at me,