human
Gawd bless yer, Miss! he said to Yvonne when he discerned her identity in the dim light of the cabin.
gpt
If it 'adn't a been fer you an' yer shipmites, we on the Stella 'ad as much chawnce as a lump o' ice in hell's flimes!
human
You'll soon be all right, she assured him.
gpt
We'll reach Pont Aven within the hour, and the good folk there will look after you splendidly. Please lie still now, as I must pin a blanket across these two bunks.