human
He is not man enough for a second shot, thought Tom quietly,
gpt
I beg your pardon, Mr. Vavasour, he heard the Major say, in a gentle unmoved voice,
human
I am glad the beggar fired at him, thought Tom.
gpt
One spice of danger, and he's himself again, and will overawe the poor cur by mere civility. I was afraid of some abject methodist parson humility, which would give the other party a handle.