human
POCKET PISTOL.
gpt
No, you wretch, said Margaret,
human
I shall not give up the pocket-book which condemns Mortlake. I simply defy your threats, and shall be well guarded in future. My doubts are answered. I know what Mortlake's new order was; there it is, she cried, tossing the villainous-looking scrawl upon the table,
gpt
Who brought that letter?
human
A ferry rakket poy, matam,
gpt
Is he waiting for an answer?
human
Yes, inteet, matam, ant playing with a crown-piece he says the gentleman gave him to holt his tongue.
gpt
Tell him that there is no answer, and send for a constable to follow the boy, and to seize the man who sent him.
human
I'll to that, my laty,