human
Ah, Mr. Thornton, he said,
gpt
I am sorry to see you ill. I came over to inquire after you, and try if we could not settle that little matter between you and me amicably.
human
Who is that man? said Mr. Thornton, glaring at me, as I stood a little behind my friend.
gpt
I have seen him before. It can't be Richard Conway come out of the Chesapeake--he is very like him.
human
No, no, said Mr. Wheatley.
gpt
He's been dead near twenty years.
human
Ay, said Mr. Thornton, gloomily,
gpt
Just try to gather your thoughts together, said Mr. Wheatley;
human
Uncle Jack, said Mr. Thornton, in a low voice,