human
O Boston wives and maids draw near and see Our delicate Souchong and Hyson tea; Buy it, my charming girls, fair, black, or brown; If not, we'll cut your throats and burn your town!
gpt
Well, said Nick, sighing,
human
If a pretty wench were as rare as a broken head in Johnstown, he muttered,
gpt
I'd be undone, indeed. Come, Jack; shall we ride that way homeward?
human
Which way?
gpt
By Pigeon-Wood.
human
By Mayfield?
gpt
Aye.
human
You have a sweetheart there, you say?
gpt
And so, perhaps, might you, for the pain of passing by.
human
No, said I,
gpt
I want no sweetheart. To clip a lip en passant, if the lip be warm and willing,--that is one thing. A blush and a laugh and 'tis over. But to journey in quest of gallantries with malice aforethought--no.
human
I saw her in a sledge, sighed Nick, sucking his empty pipe.
gpt
And followed. Lord, but she is handsome,--Betsy Browse!--and looked at me kindly, I thought.... We had a fight.
human
What?