human
There! Reuben sighed.
gpt
I have subsumed the concupiscent. He stooped to pat the floor a few times with the flat of his hands, and sprawled back on his bed.
human
With reference, sir, to that Cicero whose lank shadow falleth across our afternoon: _Sunt autem qui dicant foedus esse quoddam sapientius ut ne minos amicos quam se ipsos diligant._ Do you understumble me, sir?
gpt
Please, sir, no, sir.
human
I freely render: Some say there's a kind of compact of the wise, to love their friends no less than themselves. You may construe.
gpt
Please, sir, no, sir, I won't, sir.
human
You what or that which, sir?
gpt
Wrastle then,
human
Ru, you could strangle a bull.
gpt
Not yet. Reuben lay flat, lifting yesterday's shirt from a chair with his toes, to frown at it horribly.
human
But seeing you're about to throw me a clean shirt like a good Christian, be careful how you come within reach, for I'd be happy to try my powers on a small calf. Ben threw a pillow at him and then the shirt.
gpt
Snuff the air, little Benjamin! What hath Kate wrought, do you know? _I_ know.
human
Sausage!
gpt
True, said Reuben, rising in a whirl of activity,
human
--he slipped behind Ben, snatched off his neckcloth and darted away knotting it around his own neck--
gpt
I shall be in the land of the sausage before you.
human
Ah, that, said Reuben.
gpt
P-e-a-c-e, Kate.
human
Didn't I _say_ it had an _a_ into it? Think of that! Ah, well....