human
It was quite a hot corner, an officer told me.
gpt
I had spotted a man who had crawled up to within a hundred and fifty yards of us, and was drawing a bead on him. I had clean forgotten the boat, and Kut, and the retreat, and all the rest of it, when I heard a familiar voice behind me, 'Tea ready, sorr.' It was good old Dubru, my Madrasi bearer, who had come up under fire. The tea was good and the buttered toast still hot. His only remark when I had finished it was 'Master like another cup?' I should have been very unhappy if the old fellow had been hit.
human
Sir, a Babu explained to him,
gpt
Mehtar and
human
Jemadar are facetiously honorific, as when one speaks of him as