human
Shine 'e boots, master? T'other bloke he was 'ere at ten past seving.
gpt
Hadn't you better go somewhere else? I said.
human
Your mother will be back after you.
gpt
Well, said Billy, in his usual touchy way,
human
Aren't you afraid of her hurting you?
gpt
cried the boy, in tones of the utmost contempt, as if he had not been half-murdered once a week for the last eight years.
human
No fear! Ain't you funny? But she ain't a-going to collar this 'ere choker; not if I knows it!