human
The white mice are out this morning, Mrs. Lyndsay, said Bob Motion, who was at his old post at the helm.
gpt
Miss Josey's cradle, I'm thinking, was well rocked last night. We are now running right afore the gale. The skipper was out of his reckoning altogether. It's a mercy the ship did not founder on that cursed shore.
human
If this lasts, we shall have a glorious run, said Mr. Collins, laying down his knife and fork at dinner,
gpt
I am sorry, said Flora,
human
You should rather thank God, Mrs. Lyndsay; but don't be too sure--we may see too much of it yet.