human
Sit down, sit down, Dollops, and set to, he said with a laugh, laying a hand upon the boy's sleeve with something of tenderness in the gesture.
gpt
Your eyes are like hard-boiled eggs, they're popping out of your head so. Hungry, I'll be bound.
human
gave back Dollops between mouthfuls of hot soup.
gpt
Why, I'm that 'ungry me backbone's well-nigh come rahnd to me front! Nuffink since tea--although I must say as I nabbed a roll from the kitchen table when the cook wasn't lookin', and there was a cold sossidge fairly talkin' ter me from the plate in the larder. And so, as there weren't no one around, I just whistled to 'im, and he 'opped off his platter quite tame-like. But fer anything else!...
human
Dollops, Dollops! You'll be eating the wake up at your own funeral, you young gourmand! threw in Cleek laughingly.
gpt
You've a constitution like an ostrich. I'm sure, if you were actually starving, you'd manage to gnaw an umbrella--spokes and all!... Heigho! This is a queer world, isn't it? Here's me sitting here in this little inn-place, on the top of the Highlands, with the heart of me wandering away in other places, and the soul of me sometimes hungry for the sight of other worlds across the sea--to which I've closed the door of my own accord and shut the sight of their dear blessedness forever from me! And there's those people up at Aygon Castle. Bitter, cruel, hard to each other. Pulling this way and that, until their hearts must break with the strain of the fray--and with the whole structure of their dear inheritance forever with them, so that they need never hunger and thirst for a sight of it as--as others do. Heigho! but it's a topsy-turvy, crazy sort of a world we live in, isn't it?