human
Here it is, said he, handing over a small parcel,
gpt
He says it's paid for,
human
Quite right.
gpt
Perhaps you'd like to look round the shop, Mr Heathcote?
human
Hullo, Georgie! said the latter;
gpt
Yes, said Duffield, perceiving the joke,
human
Not at all, said Raggles, nudging his ally;
gpt
Ah, said Mr Webster, who was a good man of business and fond of his joke,
human
Shut up and don't be a fool!
gpt
What's this the description was? said Duffield, perching himself on the corner of the counter and reading off the unhappy Heathcote's personal appearance.
human
Good-looking boy of fourteen, with fair hair and a slight moustache. Dressed in a grey tweed suit, masher collar, and two tin sleeve-links. Not very intelligent, and usually wears a smudge of ink under his right eye. Isn't that it?
gpt
That's something about the mark,
human
Think of offering two pounds reward for a chap like that! said Raggles.
gpt
They must be hard up.
human
Look here, said Heathcote, seeing that his only refuge lay in swagger,
gpt
I'm not going to have any of your cheek, Raggles. Shut up, or I'll lick you!
human
No fighting here, young gentlemen, please,
gpt
Ha! ha! said Raggles, enjoying himself under the security of Duffield's alliance;
human
He may think it ought to be, but it ain't, said Duffield.
gpt
I never saw such a slight one in all my days!