human
I'm surprised, she said to Mr. Klinker,
gpt
Mr. Bylash didn't go out to give her the glad hand, and welcome her into our humble _coturee_.
human
And who do you think brought her around and right up to the door? continued William Klinker, taking no notice of their blandishments.
gpt
Hon. West--Charles Gardenia West--
human
Oh, it ain't mine, said Mr. Klinker modestly.
gpt
I heard a fellow get it off at the shop the other day. He's a pretty smooth fellow, Charles Gardenia is--a little too smooth for my way of thinking. A fellow that's always so smilin'--Oh, you Smithy! he suddenly yelled out the window--
human
Smithy! Hey!--Aw, I can beat the face off you!--Awright--eight sharp at the same place.--Go on, you fat Mohawk you!... But say, he resumed to the parlor,
gpt
Well, she hasn't got any call to intrude in my affairs, said Mr. Bylash, still rather miffed.
human
I'm here to tell you that!
gpt
Oh, I ain't speakin' of the reg'lars, answered Klinker,