human
You dare to say that, do'e? An' me as good a man, an' better, than you or your brother either! Money--you remind me I'm--Theer! You can go to blue, blazin' hell for your granite crosses--that's wheer you can go--you or any other poking, prying pelican! Offer money to me, would 'e? Who be you, or any other man, to offer me money for wasted time? As if I was a road scavenger or another man's servant! God's truth! you forget who you'm talkin' to!
gpt
This is to purposely misunderstand me, Blanchard. I never, never, meant any such thing. Am I one to gratuitously insult or offend another? Typical this! Your cursed temper it is that keeps you back in the world and makes a failure of you,
human
Who says I be a failure? roared Will in return.
gpt
What do you know, you grey, dreamin' fule, as to whether I'm successful or not so? Get you gone off my land or--
human
I'll go, and readily enough. I believe you're mad. That's the conclusion I'm reluctantly driven to--mad. But don't for an instant imagine your lunatic stupidity is going to stand between the world and this discovery, because it isn't.
gpt
Go, snorted Will;