human
It is a mistake, my gentles, to disdain an adversary, he said, with that curious air of his, roystering, pedantic in the choice of phrases, not knowing whether he were ashamed of himself and all men, or filled with charitable laughter at their infirmities.
gpt
Our friend with the blue-bottle nose left my hands free, you observe, while yours are bound. Much water has gone into my pockets—believe me, I shall dislike all horse-ponds in the future—but the knife-blade there will not have rusted yet.
human
That’s half-way on the road to Oxford, laughed Kit, rubbing the weals about his wrists.
gpt
It was kind of you to drink too much ale, Barnaby, and join us here.
human
Humour returns to you, he said, with an approving nod.
gpt
I told you life was not half as serious as you thought it.