human
Ah, gentlemen, says Nick,
gpt
It's well enough, said a surly man in horn spectacles,
human
Sir, says Nick,
gpt
I fear you are no friend to God's free winds. Free winds, free sunshine, free speech, these suit my fancy. Freedom, sir, in her every phase--and Liberty--the glorious jade! Ah, gentlemen, there's a sweetheart you can never tire of. Take my advice and woo her, and you'll never again complain of a breeze on your shins!
human
If you are so ardent, sir, retorted another man in a sneering voice,
gpt
Because, sir, said I,
human
A married man, quoth Nick,
gpt
Gentlemen, you seem melancholy and distrait, said I.
human
Are you so pensive because my Lord Dunmore has burned our pleasant city of Norfolk? Is it that which weighs upon your minds? Or is the sad plight of Tommy Gage distressing you? Or the several pickles in which Sir Guy Carleton, General Burgoyne, and General Howe find themselves?