human
Steward, I'll give you twenty pounds.
gpt
No, sir, thank you, sir, was Dag Daughtry's answer.
human
I couldn't bear to part with him.
gpt
Twenty-five pounds, then. I can't go beyond that. Besides, there are plenty more Irish terriers in the world.
human
That's what I'm thinkin', sir. An' I'll get one for you. Right here in Sydney. An' it won't cost you a penny, sir.
gpt
But I want Killeny Boy,
human
An' so do I, which is the worst of it, sir. Besides, I got him first.
gpt
Twenty-five sovereigns is a lot of money . . . for a dog,
human
An' Killeny Boy's a lot of dog . . . for the money, the steward retorted.
gpt
Why, sir, cuttin' out all sentiment, his tricks is worth more 'n that. Him not recognizing me when I don't want 'm to is worth fifty pounds of itself. An' there's his countin' an' his singin', an' all the rest of his tricks. Now, no matter how I got him, he didn't have them tricks. Them tricks are mine. I taught him them. He ain't the dog he was when he come on board. He's a whole lot of me now, an' sellin' him would be like sellin' a piece of myself.
human
Thirty pounds,
gpt
No, sir, thankin' you just the same, sir,