human
I thoucht ye had been a lad of some kind o' sense, he began, shooting out his lips.
gpt
Ye're no likely to gang far this gate. A fule and his siller's shune parted. Eh, but ye're a green callant! he cried,
human
If you dare to speak of the young lady ...
gpt
Leddy! he cried.
human
Haud us and safe us, whatten leddy? Ca' _thon_ a leddy? The toun's fu' o' them. Leddies! Man, it's weel seen ye're no very acquant in Embro'!
gpt
Here, said I,