human
I arned m' dollars, Mr. Pence, es an honest man should, by sweatin' on th' high an' narrer seas these forty year'. Ran away fro' m' father, es wos a cobbler, added Huxham, addressing the landscape once more,
gpt
finished the widower, spitting out some tobacco juice,
human
Very interesting; very commendable, he murmured, and returned to the object of his visit.
gpt
And your daughter, sir?
human
Y' shell hev her, an' hev this here, the captain waved his hand to the four points of the compass,
gpt
If what?
human
Ef y' chuck thet Lister int' one of them water-ways,
gpt
What?
human
I want him dead, growled Huxham gruffly,