human
It's old Jerry Abershaw, said he,
gpt
I know him well, and now I know where we are. This was the case; Abershaw had, about three years before, been hung in chains on Wimbledon Common; and the unearthly sound we had heard was the creaking of the rusty iron as the body was swung to-and-fro by the gale.
human
All's right, Jacob, said Tom, looking up at the brilliant sky, and then taking up the hare,
gpt
I shouldered the gun, and off we set.
human
By the Lord, that rascally common-keeper was right, continued Tom, as we renewed our steps;
gpt
Better luck next time, Tom, replied I;
human
Why, what would you do with him?
gpt
Take down old Abershaw, and hang him up in his place, as sure as my name's Jacob.