human
Don't bring him in here, Mr. Upham, he cried;
gpt
I keep no house for sots and swine.
human
What! gasped my uncle,
gpt
Not I!
human
But what's come over you? _But you never would treat Mr. Gleazen like this!_
gpt
But, but, but! the landlord snarled.
human
This very night he threw my good claret in my own face and called it a brew for pigs. Let him seek his lodgings elsewhere.
gpt
Where are his chests, then? my uncle demanded.
human
We'll take his chests and go.
gpt
Not till he's paid my bill.