human
You seem to be in a hurry, youngster, he said, dragging the boy back by the collar, and looking hurriedly round the room.
gpt
I've come for the rent. Where's your mother?
human
Well, I don't really believe you, said the man, with an angry frown;
gpt
No, sir,
human
No; I thought not. Well, I'll enlighten you. Your mother owes me three weeks' rent of this here room, and has got nothing to pay it with, as far as I knows, except these sticks o' furniture. Now, if your mother is really in hospital, I'll come back here and bundle you out, an' sell the furniture to pay my rent. I ain't a-goin' to be done out o' my money because your mother chooses to git run'd over.