human
You think no one will know? Mabyn called out spitefully to her father.
gpt
Do you think old Job at the gate has lost either his tongue or his nasty temper?
human
Leave Job to me,
gpt
Well, you discontented old sinner! Rosewarne called to him,
human
A fine livin' to wait on folks that don't knaw their own mind, and keep comin' and goin' along the road o' nights like a weaver's shuttle. Hm!
gpt
Well, Job, you sha'n't suffer for it this time, Rosewarne said.
human
I've won my bet. If you made fifty pounds by riding a few miles out, what would you give the gatekeeper?
gpt
Here's a sovereign for you, Job. Now go to bed. Good-night!