human
How's her head, Cy?
gpt
Oh, better, I guess, Cyrus said. (
human
I'll be hanged if I speak to Dr. Lavendar!
gpt
That's good, said the Captain, beginning to hoist himself up out of his chair.
human
Going out? Hold hard, and I'll go 'long. I want to call on Mrs. North.
gpt
Cold night, sir,
human
said the Captain;
gpt
He got up, and plunged into his coat, and tramped out, slamming the door heartily behind him--for which, later, poor Cyrus got the credit.
human
Where you bound?
gpt
Oh--down-street,
human
Sealed orders?