human
North End estate when on Sunday night their slaves came to them in force demanding
gpt
Not under compulsion, never!
human
Den obbe set eb'ryt'ing on fiah! Wen yo' house bu'n up we try t'ink w'at too do wid you and de missie! They rushed away to the sugar-works, yelling:
gpt
Git bagasse foo bu'n him out!