human
Why, Mr. Harkins, you haven't forgotten me--have you? Don't you recollect the young man you brought to London in your wagon one rainy night? Why, Mr. Harkins, I'm O. C. Toosypegs!
gpt
Why, so hit be! exclaimed Mr. Harkins, brightening up, and lowering his formidable weapon.
human
Blessed! if you 'adn't gone clean hout my 'ead! Why, Mr. Toosypegs, this is the most surprisingest thing as ever was! I hain't seen you I don't care when!
gpt
I'm very much obliged to you, Mr. Harkins, said Mr. Toosypegs, gratefully.
human
I knew you'd be very glad to see me, and it's real kind of you to say so. I hope Mrs. Harkins and your infant family are all quite well, I thank you.
gpt
Yes, they're hall among the middlin's said Mr. Harkins, indifferently.
human
Mrs. Harkins 'as been and gone and 'ad the--what's this now? said Mr. Harkins, pausing, with knit brows, and scratching his head in perplexity.
gpt
Blessed! if I hain't clean forgot the name, it was 'tongs,' No--yes--it was 'tongs,' hand something else.
human
And poker,
gpt
Mr. Toosypegs, said Mr. Harkins, facing round fiercely,
human
I 'ope you don't mean for to hinsult a cove, do you?
gpt
Why, Mr. Harkins! remonstrated the astonished and aggrieved Mr. Toosypegs.
human
I'm sure I never meant any such thing; I wouldn't insult you for all the world for--for-- Mr. Toosypegs paused for a figure of speech strong enough.
gpt
For any amount of money, Mr. Harkins,
human
Well, it don't make no matter hif you did, said Mr. Harkins, cooling suddenly down.
gpt
But what has this Mrs. 'Arkins 'ad--tongs--tongs? Oh, yes! _tongs-will-eat-us!_ that's the name, Mr. Toosypegs. Mrs. 'Arkins 'ad that,
human
Tonsilitus, perhaps,
gpt
Well, hain't that wot I said? exclaimed Mr. Harkins, rousing up again.
human
Hand my John Halbert, he's been and 'ad a Sarah Bell affection--
gpt
Cerebral,
human
Well, hain't that wot I said? shouted Mr. Harkins, glaring savagely at the republican, who wilted suddenly down.
gpt
Blessed! if I hain't a good mind to bring you a clip 'long side the 'ead, for your imperence in conterdicting me like this 'ere hev'ry time? Why, you'd perwoke a saint, so you would!
human
Mr. Harkins, I'm sure I never meant to offend you, and I'm real sorry for your trouble,
gpt
Well, it wasn't no trouble, said Mr. Harkins, testily.