human
Look, young gentleman! My word's gone. I've spoke it. I've given 'em the 'surance she shan't be back till the Spring, and then I'll have her, and then--well! I do hope, for more reasons than one, ye'll both be wiser--I've got my own notions about her. But I an't the man to force a gal to marry 'gainst her inclines. Depend upon it I'm not your enemy, Mr. Fev'rel. You're jest the one to mak' a young gal proud. So wait,-- and see. That's my 'dvice. Jest tak' and wait. I've no more to say.
gpt
Wait till the Spring! Wait till the Spring!