human
Theer, now, I'll let you go, said Hickathrift,
gpt
I'm ashamed of myself, Hicky, and I feel as if I was never going to be happy again,
human
Nay, nay, lad, don't talk like that, said the big wheelwright.
gpt
Why, doctor says he's sewer that he can bring squire reight again, and what more do you want?
human
To see the man punished who shot him, Hicky,
gpt
Ay, I'd like to see that, or hev the punishing of him, said Hickathrift, stretching out a great fist.
human
It's one o' they big shacks [idle scoundrels, from Irish _shaughraun_] yonder up at the dree-ern. I'm going to find him out yet, and when I do--Theer, go and wesh thy faace.