human
It's a wicked world, she said.
gpt
Sure as men's in a plaace they brings trouble an' wickedness. An' yet I've heard theer's more women than men on the airth when all's said.
human
God A'mighty likes 'em best, I reckon,
gpt
Not but what 't would be a lonesome plaace wi'out the lords of creation,
human
Ess fay, you 'm right theer; but the beauty of things is that none need n't be lonely, placed same as you be.
gpt
said Mrs. Coomstock. Then she laughed again.
human
I said them very words to Lezzard not an hour since.
gpt
An' what might he have answered?
human
He said he wasn't bit. His wife was a proper creature.
gpt
Bah! second-hand gudes--that's what Lezzard be--a widow-man an' eighty if a day. A poor, coffin-ripe auld blid, wi' wan leg in the graave any time this twenty year.
human
You say that! Eighty an' coffin-ripe!
gpt
Ban't no ontruth, neither. A man 's allus ready for his elm overcoat arter threescore an' ten. I heard the noise of his breathin' paarts when he had brown kitty in the fall three years ago, an' awnly thrawed it off thanks to the gracious gudeness of Miller Lyddon, who sent rich stock for soup by my hand. But to hear un, you might have thought theer was a wapsies' nest in the man's lungs.
human
I doan't want to be nuss to a chap at my time of life, in coourse.
gpt
No fay; 't is the man's paart to look arter his wife, if you ax me. I be a plain bachelor as never thought of a female serious 'fore I seed you. An' I've got a heart in me, tu. Ban't no auld, rubbishy, worn-out thing, neither, but a tough, love-tight heart--at least so 't was till I seed you in your weeds eight year agone.
human
Eight year a widow! An' so I have been. Well, Blee, you've got a powerful command of words, anyways. That I'll grant you.
gpt
A drop I must have to steady me. You men make a woman's heart go flutterin' all over her buzzom, like a flea under her--