human
Did yer beat back the O'Sullivans, yer honour? shure they were coming after us at a mighty great rate, and I fancy some one of them gave me a whack on the crown which brought me to the ground.
gpt
Keep quiet and don't be talking, answered the surgeon, who, proud of his success, had been carefully watching his patient.
human
He'll do now, gentlemen, he added, looking up at my uncle and me.
gpt
We'll put him to bed, and by to-morrow morning he'll be as blithe as a lark, barring a stiff neck.