human
It's blissid kind of yez, gentlemen, said Chane;
gpt
The plague! exclaimed Clayley;
human
Won't you allow us the use of our fingers?
gpt
No,
human
How do you expect us to eat, then?
gpt
With your mouths, as brutes should. What else?
human
Thank you, sir; you are very polite.
gpt
If you don't choose that, you can leave it alone,
human
Thank you, gentlemen! shouted the Frenchman after them, in a tone of subdued anger.
gpt
I won't please you so much as to leave it alone. By my word! he continued,
human
Och! the mane haythins! cried Chane, following the example set by his comrade;
gpt
Come, Captain; shall we feed?
human
Go on. Do not wait for me,