human
How now, my bully rook! sang a well-remembered bluff voice in my ear some while after, for my ill-bound wound had bled afresh, and I had lain as one dead.
gpt
What! hast cheated man’s last enemy yet once again?
human
HOW NOW, MY BULLY ROOK!
gpt
All’s well?
human
All’s well that ends well, said he,
gpt
My Lady Sheila?
human
Ah yes, I have heard the name, said he drily.
gpt
For a good hour you have done nothing but prattle of Sheilas and Hebes, and Hercules and roarers, mingling Christian and heathen in such sort that my very ears blushed to hear you.
human
What is done?
gpt
Sundry things that cannot be undone, said he,
human
I heard the lark singing,
gpt
And shall again, said he;