human
I don't see why I ain't to do as I likes with my own,
gpt
She's your own flesh and blood, Mr. Ruggles,
human
No; she ain't;--no more than she's a Pipkin. She's taken up with Mrs. Pipkin jist because I hate the Pipkinses. Let Mrs. Pipkin give 'em a breakfast.
gpt
She is your own flesh and blood,--and your name, too, Mr. Ruggles. And she's going to be the respectable wife of a respectable man, Mr. Ruggles.
human
I won't give 'em no breakfast;--that's flat,