human
Then there's Tucker, the pastrycook, wants half-a-sov. at the very least, and Weeden, the tobacconist, a florin for mild cigarettes, and--
gpt
Yes, yes, I said;
human
I know all about it, and I'm going to pay them all.
gpt
That's a good job, remarked Wallop,
human
I'm not sure that that would console them much, said Crow.
gpt
It's rather a shadier place than the old one.
human
Yes, when you come to think of it, a fellow would get a bit shy when he read the address, `care of Tom Jailbird, Esquire, Up a Slum, Drury Lane.'
gpt
Look here! cried I, suddenly starting up;