human
Plaize, your Worship, he began, coming in, with his finger to his forelock, and his stiff knee sticking out.
gpt
Don't 'ee run away now, Mary, that's a dear; you knows all the way-bills; and his Worship will allow of you.
human
Why, Cripps, Mr. Oglander exclaimed,
gpt
In coorse, in coorse, said Zacchary (as if every man preferred to wrong himself),
human
Yes, sir, I do assure you now, said Mary,
gpt
Then why can't you come to it? cried the Squire;
human
I never could abide such stuff, muttered Mary,