human
I do believe, sir, cried Hazard,
gpt
There goes his foresail, again--and here is another lull! rejoined Gardiner.
human
I tell you, Mr. Hazard, we shall have a shift of wind--nothing short of which could save either of us from these breakers.
gpt
Which comes from the marcy of God Almighty, through the intercession of his only Son!