human
I shall give this to you, Mr. O'Mally, said the owner,
gpt
Ye gods! cried O'Mally in dismay.
human
Put it away. I shouldn't sleep o' nights with that on my person. Keep it. You haven't the right idea. We'll trust you anywhere this side of jail. No, no! It wouldn't do at all. But you're a brick all the same.