human
Get up, you wiper.
gpt
Don't hit a man when he's down,
human
I wunt, said John;--
gpt
Sir Felix was little more than a child in the man's arms. John Crumb raised him, and catching him round the neck with his left arm,--getting his head into chancery as we used to say when we fought at school,--struck the poor wretch some half-dozen times violently in the face, not knowing or caring exactly where he hit him, but at every blow obliterating a feature. And he would have continued had not Ruby flown at him and rescued Sir Felix from his arms.
human
He's about got enough of it, said John Crumb as he gave over his work. Then Sir Felix fell again to the ground, moaning fearfully.
gpt
I know'd he'd have to have it,
human
that she was sure he would never
gpt
again. A precocious youth remarked that he was
human
A cabman observed that he had