human
Come down here, ye wretch! he exclaimed, taking up a knife from the table and holding it up threateningly.
gpt
Come down here, ye foul fiend. How dare ye touch a feather o' my Peter's wing?
human
Dinna kill the cat, sir,
gpt
Man, Halcro, said Andrew, sobering down,
human
I wish you had taken him away yestreen. But come, let us catch the brute and away with him, for he shall not bide in this house another hour.