human
You know, Major, same as me, dat de colonel ain't nuffin' but a chile, an' about his bills he's _wuss_. But I'm yer, an' I'm 'sponsible. 'Chad,' he says, 'go out an' git six mo' bottles of dat old Madary;' an' 'Chad, don't forgit de sweet ile;' an' 'Chad, is we got claret enough to last ober Sunday?'--an' not a cent in de house. I ain't slep' none for two nights, worritin' ober dis business, an' I'm mos' crazy.
gpt
I can't hab nuffin' happen to de fambly, Major. You know our folks is quality, an' always was, an' I dassent look my mistress in de face if anythin' teches Marsa George. Then bending down he said in a hoarse whisper:
human
See dat old clock out dar wid his eye wide open? Know what's down below dat in de cellar? De jail!