human
Chapter,
gpt
Well?
human
No: ill! replied he;
gpt
Well, said Miss Paulina, judicially,
human
I can't say that I'm sorry. The creature had a rough time bumping about that low, dark cellar; and your blow on his head was a tough one. And when one considers the slip-shodness of things at Las Cruces, and the possible insecurity of their jail, _we_, on the whole, are the safer for his escape; and _he_ will, of course, feel more at home now in the Reservation, and will probably remain there for a while, after the fright we gave him.