human
Burnish it all! You! Be it Blanchard or the ghost of un?
gpt
The man hisself--so big as bull's beef, an' so free as thicky fire!
human
Free! Gude God! Doan't tell me you've brawke loose--doan't 'e say that! Christ! if you haven't squashed my hand till theer's no feeling in it! Doan't 'e say you've runned away?
gpt
No such thing, answered Will, now the centre of a little crowd.
human
I'll tell 'e, sawls all, if you mind to hear. 'Tis this way: Queen Victoria, as have given of the best she've got wi' both hands to the high men of the land, so they tell me, caan't forget nought, even at such a time as this here. She've made gert additions to all manner o' men; an' to me, an' the likes o' me she've given what's more precious than bein' lords or dukes. I'm free--me an' all as runned from the ranks. The Sovereign Queen's let deserters go free, if you can credit it; an' that's how I stand here this minute.