human
What infernal kind of tobacco is that?
gpt
Balivan must have had a fit of abstraction,
human
Great God! he exclaimed.
gpt
I see what the trouble is. My infernal pupils insisted on making cartridges this morning for a rifle I wanted to try; one of those that load at the breech. I didn't notice that I was taking powder instead of tobacco. Poor Tobie! I am terribly distressed. Well, well! what in the devil's the matter with him?