human
Give me my shilling, John, quoth he,
gpt
Enfin, said he, with both thumbs in his arm-pits,
human
All that belongs to us today, remarked Godfrey grimly,
gpt
What you look at over your rifle sight is all that'll ever feed and clothe you now, Silver.
human
Oh, sure, by gar! cried Silver with his lively grin.
gpt
Deer in blue coat, man in red coat, même chose, savvy? All good game to Johnee Silver. Ver' fine chasse! Ah, sacré garce!
human
Ours is like to be a rough companionship, John! he said.
gpt
For the first shot fired will hum in our ears like new ale; and the first screech from the Iroquois will turn us into devils!
human
Come,