human
Well! remarked Ned to himself, shortly afterward, sitting by a small table with very good mutton chops before him.
gpt
So this is a tavern in York! I declare! When I came through the front door of it, I thought it looked more like a jail. Quiet kind of place where ministers come, like Father Brian and his friends? Those fellows at the other table are awfully quiet--only I don't understand a word of their jangle. There come their swords! It's a fight!