human
Pity, said Will.
gpt
No call to do it. I've took his word, an' the end 's the same, letter or no letter. Now let me finish that theer brandy, then I'll go home.
human
High treason 'gainst the law of the land to lay a finger on the mail. A letter posted be like a stone flinged or a word spoken--out of our keeping for all time. An' me to blame for it. I'm a ruined man along o' taking tu much 'pon myself an' being tu eager for others. He'll fling me out, sure 's death. 'T is all up wi' me.
gpt
As to that, I reckon many a dog gets a kick wheer he thinks he 's earned a pat, said Will;