human
Tit for tat; tit for tat! they cried;
gpt
Squire, you began it, and you have your due.
human
If you should have anything to say to me, cried Kit, as he swung himself off the early mail, at the corner of his native Cross Duck Lane,
gpt
All rubbish, Kit! Come and wine with me at seven. I shall have tooled home the 'Nonpareil' by then.
human
Faint heart never won fair lady,