human
I believe you, sexton,
gpt
Some of them as I've buried was all young and blooming, and others were ever so old, nearly as old as Canthrop yonder.
human
Don't talk like that, said the patriarch, hoarsely.
gpt
Ye make me afeard.
human
I wonder what it is to-night, said a labourer in the corner who had hitherto drunk in silence,
gpt
Perhaps a man is being hanged,
human
Poor fellow!
gpt
I feel queer to-night, drawled old Canthrop.
human
But I don't know why that is. What is it makes it so?
gpt
The moon, old man, the moon.