human
Run directly to Dr Fagan, said the Major,
gpt
said Bags, somewhat thickly--
human
Fits!
gpt
Fits, doggedly replied Mr Bags, who seemed by no means disturbed at the alleged indisposition of his wife--
human
Don't alarm yourself, Major, said Owen,
gpt
I'll answer for it she hasn't drunk _all_ the rum. The scoundrel is half-drunk himself, and smells like a spirit-vault. You'd better take your wife away,
human
She can leave if she ain't wanted, said Private Bags, with dignity: