human
And I don't believe that, Dr Robson, cried the landlady sturdily.
gpt
Don't you know that the poor fellows over yonder never get good honest shillings given to them and are enlisted of their own free will like our lads at home, but they are dragged away and are obliged to fight; and it was all owing to the angry jealousy and covetousness of that dreadful man, Bony, who has been the cause of all the trouble.
human
Hah! roared Uncle Paul, in a voice that almost shook the diamond-paned casement.
gpt
Say no more, Mrs Champernowne. You are quite right, and I admire your sympathies. Madam, you are a lady!
human
Oh, really, Dr Robson--
gpt
I repeat it, madam, you are a lady, and I applaud everything you have said. But what about that gun?
human
Oh, dear me, yes, sir; I was just going to tell you, but you put it all out of my head. It was the alarm gun to tell everybody that prisoners had escaped, so that all the people on the moor could join the soldiers in scouring the place as they called it, and hunting the poor Frenchmen down for the sake of the reward. Yes, I'd reward them if I had my way! Hunting their poor fellow-creatures, who are only trying for their liberty!
gpt
H'm! Ha!