human
I'm a widower, I am, said the Dwarf,
gpt
for he wore a dirty clay-coloured Yellow jacket.
human
My illustrious consort, the Princess Frutilla, did not behave very nice, and I had to avenge my honour; in fact, I'm open to any offers, however humble. Going at an alarming sacrifice! Come to my box (and he pointed to a filthy clay cottage, all surrounded by thistles, nettles, and black boggy water),
gpt
Hold your impudent tongue! said Dick.
human
The Princess Frutilla was an injured saint; and as for the lady whom I shall not name in your polluting presence, I am her knight, and I defy you to deadly combat!