human
Your hilth, darlint! said he, nodding to the Mexican woman.
gpt
May yez live till _I_ wish ye dead!
human
Och! nivir mind the tin days--we won't quarrel about that. Ye're a swate crayteur, continued he, winking at the woman;
gpt
He is complimenting you on the smallness of your feet,
human
Tell me, my dear, continued Chane,
gpt
He wants to know if you are married.
human
By my sowl, thin, said Chane,
gpt
I wudn't mind marryin' ye meself, an' joinin' the thribe--that is, if they'll let me off from the hangin'. Tell her that, Raowl.
human
Silence gives consint. But tell her, Raowl, that I won't buy a pig in a poke: they must first let me off from the hangin', de ye hear?--tell her that.
gpt
I say, Raowl, does she consint?
human
She hasn't made up her mind yet.
gpt
By the holy vistment! thin it's all up wid Murt. The saints won't save him. Take another dhrap, Raowl!