human
was pulling out ahead of us. You confer with the
gpt
as to the chance of passing it. You offer him a shilling to try, and his under jaw drops like the lower half of a bellows. But promise him a
human
--scale, skilling, shilling--and he gets all the tough pull out of his tandem that there is in it, and goes by if he can. Websterian
gpt
says that is not the derivation of
human
at all, but no matter. So you see, we went to sea without leaving shore. Now and then a cigar-shaped packet, fuller of windows on the sides than ever a German flute was of finger-holes, would pass us with a swash and the blast of a bugle to