human
He's fattening him up, said Tom Smith,
gpt
The contempt was too deep for Smith's expression, so he gave up.
human
And to think, added the train conductor, stretching his long legs in Tate's tavern,
gpt
I don't call it a proper attitude, broke in Tate, mixing a glass of vile dilution for Murphy's consumption.
human
I don't call it a _proper_ attitude for a parson to appear so much like other folks that you can't tell 'im. It's suspicious, says I. How do we know as he _is_ a parson?
gpt
He better be! muttered Peter Falstar.
human
He'd better be what he claims to be, even if it _is_ a parson. We don't stand for any tricks from strangers.
gpt
I wonder --Tate's face assumed its cheerful placidity--
human
Who ever heard of a marriage in St. Angé getting to a court o' law?
gpt
But Jared ain't never had a daughter married before. Tate nodded his head sagely.
human
Jared's a deep one, and, taken off his guard, shows he knows more about law and order than any one man I ever let my eyes fall on.
gpt
He must be all-fired off his guard, jeered Falstar,
human
Exactly. Tate held his own glass high and firm.