human
Anything wrong?
gpt
Why, here's a crowd of a hundred fellows armed with sticks! cried the squire.
human
I believe they've got the rascal who fired the shot.
gpt
No!
human
Father! Mr Marston! cried Dick, rushing up stairs and into the visitor's bed-room;
gpt
Not hundreds, young fellow, said Marston smiling,
human
No, sir. They want to see you. I told them you were too bad; but they say they will see you.
gpt
I'll go and speak to them and see what they want, said the squire.
human
Is it anything about paying their wages?
gpt
Oh dear, no! said Marston.
human
They have been paid as usual. Shall I go down to them, doctor?
gpt
If you do I'll throw up your case, cried the doctor fiercely.
human
Bless my soul, no! Do you think I want you in a state of high fever. Stop where you are, sir. Stop where you are.
gpt
I'll go, said the squire,