human
You! An' red-handed, by God! I knawed 't was no lies they told of 'e.
gpt
Blanchard, is it? An' what be you doin' here? Come for same reason, p'r'aps?
human
I'd make you pay, if 't was awnly for sayin' that! I'm a man to steal others' fur out of season, ban't I? But I doan't have no words wi' the likes o' you. I've took you fair an' square, anyways, an' will just ax if you be comin' wi'out a fuss, or am I to make 'e?
gpt
You--you come a yard nearer an' I'll blaw your damned head--