human
I'm not a ghost! Oh, Andrew, I'm Peter Warren! Andrew! Don't burry me! I'll never again annoy you! Oh--o--o--o--o!
gpt
Never daur to speak o' gude things in yon way. Never play at ghaists again, or leevin' folk like me may grup you, an' mak' a ghaist o' ye. Aff wi ye!
human
Two Blacks Don't Make a White
gpt
Ay, said a gentleman present,
human
a man of strength and courage feels in his exercise. Dr. Charles Stewart, of Dunearn, whose rare gifts and graces as a physician, a divine, a scholar, and a gentleman, live only in the memory of those few who knew and survive him, liked to tell how Mr. Fuller used to say, that when he was in the pulpit, and saw a _buirdly_ man come along the passage, he would instinctively draw himself up, measure his imaginary antagonist, and forecast how he would deal with him, his hands meanwhile condensing into fists, and tending to
gpt
He must have been a hard hitter if he boxed as he preached--what
human
would call
gpt
I'm sure, John, it's no' like the thing to see you ridin' in sic' a downpour o' rain sae far by to thae seceders. Ye ken the mercifu' man is mercifu' to his beast. Could ye no step in by?
human
Weel, said John,
gpt
I wadna care sae muckle about stablin' my beast inside, but it's anither thing mysel' gain' in.
human
No Road this Way!
gpt
My good woman, there's no road this way.
human
Na, sir, she said,
gpt
I think ye're wrang there; I think it's a most beautifu' road.
human
And wher's your Wully Shakespeare noo?