human
The girl may be his heir, said the bald-headed man,
gpt
So J. P. was hirin' you to do his dirty work, said Sandy, his voice cold with contempt.
human
You go back to him, the whole lousy pack of you, an' tell him from me he's a yellow-spined liar. Git! Take yore stuff with you or send back fo' it. Now, git off this property.