human
Ah, he said, looking down on the humble boy,
gpt
I see; I shall write that the appliances of civilization move steadily forward with the army. Yes, he added,
human
Make a requisition on the commissary-general, have it certified to by the quartermaster, countersigned by the post-adjutant, and submitted by you to the War Department--
gpt
And charged as stationery, added the General, gently.
human
You are, I see, an intelligent and thoughtful boy. I trust you neither use whisky, tobacco, nor are ever profane?
gpt
I promised my sainted mother--
human
Enough! Go on with your blacking; I have to lead the attack on the 'Pigeon Feet' at eight precisely. It is now half-past seven,