human
Where are you going?
gpt
To Bloomsbury,
human
If you two don't want to be alone, I'll come with you,
gpt
All right, said Dick,
human
Often enough, said he,
gpt
Yes,
human
Yes, all that is true, neighbour; and I have seen some of those poor women grown old. But my father used to know some of them when they were young; and he said that they were as little like young women as might be: they had hands like bunches of skewers, and wretched little arms like sticks; and waists like hour-glasses, and thin lips and peaked noses and pale cheeks; and they were always pretending to be offended at anything you said or did to them. No wonder they bore ugly children, for no one except men like them could be in love with them--poor things!
gpt
And do you know, neighbours, that once on a time people were still anxious about that disease of Idleness: at one time we gave ourselves a great deal of trouble in trying to cure people of it. Have you not read any of the medical books on the subject?
human
No,
gpt
Well, said he,
human
Excuse me, neighbours, but I can't help it. Fancy people not liking to work!--it's too ridiculous. Why, even you like to work, old fellow--sometimes, said he, affectionately patting the old horse with the whip.
gpt
What a queer disease! it may well be called Mulleygrubs!