human
You've a way wid you, me darlin',
gpt
A leetla way of my own,
human
Where did you learn it?
gpt
Of my mother--at St. Malo, she replied.
human
She was half English--of Jersey. You are a naughty boy, she added, with a little gurgle of laughter in her throat.
gpt
You are not a good soldier to go a-chase of the French girls 'cross of the river.
human
Shure I am not a good soldier thin. Music's me game. An' the band of Anstruther's rigimint's mine.
gpt
You can play tunes on a drum?
human
There's wan I'd play to the voice av you, he said, in his softest brogue.
gpt
You'll be unloosin' me, darlin'?
human
You have been drink,
gpt
What'd wet your eye--no more, he answered. She stood up.
human
I will not, she said, pointing to the shackles,
gpt
Divil a drop thin, darlin', till we fly our flag yander,
human
Not till then? she asked, with a merry little sneer.
gpt
Ver' well, it is comme ca! She held out her hand. Then she burst into a soft laugh, for his hands were tied.
human
Let me kiss it,
gpt
No, no, no, she said.
human
We will shake our hands after,
gpt
Now if you like,