human
Why, it's gone right through, mother,
gpt
And doctor says there's veins and artrys, mester, said Hickathrift, huskily.
human
One's bad and t'other's worse. Which is it, mester?
gpt
I hope and believe there is no artery touched, said the squire;
human
Nay, squire, I'll go mysen, replied the big wheelwright.
gpt
Did'st see his goon, Mester Dick?
human
No, I saw no gun.
gpt
Strange pity a man can't carry a gun like a Chrishtun, said the wheelwright,