human
I believe, said I,
gpt
The English, he answered, speaking slowly and letting his pipe droop whilst he spoke with his eyes fixed on deck,
human
How is the plunder partitioned?
gpt
Everything is put into the common chest, as we call it, and brought to the mast and sold by auction--Strange! he cried, breaking off and putting his hand to his brow.
human
I find my speech difficult. Do you notice I halt and utter thickly?
gpt
Yet I feel ill. Holy Mother of God, what is this feeling coming upon me? O Jesus, how faint and dark!