human
S' y' want t' merry m' gel, Bella! remarked Captain Huxham, rubbing his stout knees slowly, and repeating the exact words of the clerical suitor.
gpt
S' thet she may be yer handmaiden, an' yer spouse, and yer sealed fountain, es y' put it in yer flowery pulpit lingo. Jus' so! Jus' so! and shifting the quid which bulged his weather-beaten cheek, he stared with hard blue eyes.
human
Jus' so, Mr. Pence!