human
Zounds! says he,
gpt
Just look at that horrid mallet up there, father, moaned the mother.
human
Supposing our daughter was to marry her sweetheart, and supposing they was to have a son, and supposing he was to grow to man's estate, and supposing he was to come down to draw cider like as we're doing, and supposing that there mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, how dreadful it would be!
gpt
Dreadful indeed!