human
What are you doing, my pretty Maid?
gpt
I'm coming from voting, Sir, she said.
human
May I question you, my pretty Maid?
gpt
Yes, if you please, kind Sir, she said.
human
Who is your father, my pretty Maid?
gpt
JOHN BULL is my father, Sir, she said.
human
And what is your fortune, my pretty Maid?
gpt
My race is my fortune, Sir, she said.
human
Then I can't annex you, my pretty Maid!
gpt
Nobody axed you, Sir!
human
O for a Lodge in some great Wilderness!
gpt
says in effect, H.R.H., G.M., as the once frequently quoted Somebody observed to a person whose name was _not_ Dr. FERGUSON,
human
MACE, in _The Illustrated London News_, says, sweepingly:--
gpt
No Under-Secretary ever has any opinion of his own.
human
COPYRIGHT BILL
gpt
DIE, VILLAIN!
human
The extinction of literary piracy in America has been decreed.