human
It's all gone, Nell, said the man.
gpt
Presses and plates are where nobody will be likely to find them. The Wabash won't tell secrets.
human
I'm so glad--_oh_, so glad!
gpt
It's a fortune thrown away,
human
Yes, and a bad name, too,
gpt
We're beggars for life, anyhow,
human
Nonsense! exclaimed Matalette.
gpt
Nell's right--if we're not tracked and caught, I'll never be sorry that we sunk the accursed business for ever. And, considering our narrow escape, and how it happened, I don't think we're very gentlemanly to sit here bemoaning our luck. Mr. Crewne, continued Matalette, crossing to the yellow-haired figure in front of the fire,
human
Your soul.
gpt
Anything else?