human
Godby!
gpt
Why, Mart'n! cried he.
human
Oh, pal--here's j'y, choke me wi' a rammer else! Lord, Mart'n--three years--how time doth gallop! And you no whit changed, save for your beard! But here's me wi' a fine stocked farm t'other side Lamberhurst--and, what's more, a wife in't as be sister to Cecily as you'll mind at the 'Hoppole'--and, what's more, a blessed infant, pal, as I've named Tom arter myself, by reason that my name is God-be-here, and Mart'n arter you, by reason you are my pal and brought me all the good fortun' as I ever had. Aha, 'twas a mortal good hour for me when we first struck hands, Mart'n.
gpt
And you're more than quits, Godby, by saving me from the fire--
human
Why, pal, you fell all of a swound, d'ye see, and there's my Lady Brandon and t'other 'un a-running to fetch ye, flames or no--so what could I do--
gpt
My lady Joan?
human
Aye and t'other 'un--the Spanish dame as you come up a-cuddling of, Mart'n--and a notable fine piece she be, as I'm a gunner--
gpt
Is my lady on deck?
human
Which on 'em, pal?
gpt
Joan, man--my Lady Brandon!
human
Aye, and mighty downcast by her look. 'Godby,' says she to me a while back, 'if I find not my father now, I do think my poor heart will break!' And the sweet sad eyes of her, pal--
gpt
I'll get up!
human
Lord, Mart'n, what'll Cap'n Adam say--
gpt
Are ye strong enough, pal?
human
To be sure!