human
Consignment will be shipped to-morrow night. Reach Malvern next morning. Invoice by mail. This was signed by the firm of factors with whom Meriwether Clopton had had dealings for many years. It was the form of announcement that had been agreed on, and to Mr. Sanders the message read,
gpt
The prisoners will go to Atlanta to-morrow night, and they will reach Malvern the next morning. This information can be relied on.
human
It's a joy to see you, Colonel, cried Mr. Sanders.
gpt
One more day of waitin' would 'a' pulled the rivets out. You know Miss Nan Dorrington, don't you, Colonel Blasengame? I lay you used to dandle her on your knee when she was a baby.
human
You are not to go to the tavern, remarked Mr. Sanders.
gpt
Meriwether Clopton wants the messenger to go straight to his house, an' he'll be all the gladder bekaze it's you. Gus Tidwell will drive you home in his buggy in the cool of the evenin', an' you can leave your hoss at Clopton's for a day or two. Ef you see Tidwell, Nan, please tell him that the Colonel is at Clopton's. I reckon you'll be willin' to buss me, honey, the next time you see me.
human
If you have earned it, Mr. Sanders,
gpt
All skue vee,