human
If you insist, Johnny, I'll ask Gabriel to tea, Nan remarked for the second time;
gpt
She paused a moment, and then went on with a sigh that would have sounded very real in Mrs. Absalom's ears, but which simply brought a smile to Mrs. Dorrington's face--
human
Heigh-ho! What a pity John A. Murrell isn't alive to-day!
gpt
And who is this Mr. Murrell?
human
He was a fierce robber-chief, replied Nan, placidly.
gpt
He wore a big black beard, and a hat with a red feather in it. Over his left shoulder was a red sash, and he rode a big white horse. He carried two big pistols and a bowie-knife--Nonny can tell you all about him.
human
I believe them two scamps will be children when they are sixty year old!