human
It’s Blake, the messenger, and God knows I’m sorry. He fought like the biggest rogue that ever was breeked at Nappa.
gpt
His soul’s too big for his strength, said Mallory, with his unalterable common sense.
human
He’ll just have to lie by for a while.
gpt
There’s naught much amiss, save loss o’ blood, may be. We’ll get him to the Castle gate, and then—why we’ll just ride up the Raikes and spike those cannon lying in the ditch.
human
You’re thorough, you men of Nappa,
gpt
Men have to be, these days, the Squire answered soberly.
human
If a body rides for the King—well, he rides for the King, and no two ways about it.