human
Every body, rejoined Dutton,
gpt
That's true, my boy, returned Master Southall, sending, in the plentitude of his satisfaction, a jet of smoke toward us with astonishing force.
human
And, I say, Jem, I'll tell 'ee what I'll do; I'll clap on ten guineas more upon what I offered for the brown mare.
gpt
Done! She's yours, Tom, then, for ninety guineas!
human
Gie's your hand upon it! cried Tom Southall, jumping up from his chair, and stretching a fist as big as a leg of mutton--well, say lamb--over the table.
gpt
And here--here, he added, with an exultant chuckle, as he extricated a swollen canvas-bag from his pocket--