human
Those are three-inch calibre, long range guns, said Uncle Jack.
gpt
They send shells ten miles or so, to split things. The gun-barrels are longer than a fence-rail. For my part, I don't like 'em. They shoot too far.
human
They're the right thing to have, said Ned.
gpt
If I were going to conquer England I'd want plenty of those guns.
human
They'd be of no use at all to you, if you had them, said Uncle Jack.
gpt
The London police wouldn't let you keep 'em. They'd take them right away from you, as soon as you landed. You would be fined, too. It's against English law for any fellow to carry such things around with him.