human
I tuk you for a Richmond gemman, never shod have know'd you was from de Norf, or whether it is best to say,
gpt
We depen's on de gemmen frum de Norf; folks down hyer never gives noflin; is too pore. But to a Richmond man it is always,
human
The Yankee is mighty keerful of his money; we depen's on the old sort, marse. A fine specimen of the
gpt
Richmond darkey of the old school-polite, flattering, with a venerable head of gray wool, was the bartender, who mixed his juleps with a flourish as if keeping time to music.
human
Haven't I waited on you befo', sah? At Capon Springs? Sorry, sah, but tho't I knowed you when you come in. Sorry, but glad to know you now, sah. If that julep don't suit you, sah, throw it in my face.