human
Mr. Gammon, 'pon my soul you're devilish dull to-day, said he. Gammon started; and with his winning smile and cheerful voice, instantly replied,
gpt
Oh, Mr. Titmouse, I was only thinking how happy you are; and that you deserve it!
human
Yes; 'pon my soul it ought all to have been mine at my birth!--Don't it tire you, Mr. Gammon, to walk in this up-and-down, zig-zag, here-and-there sort of way? It does _me_, 'pon my life! What would I give for a cigar at this moment!