human
I am clearing my land at Fonda's Bush, said I,
gpt
And when, sir, is it your design to do this thing?
human
Do what, sir? Clear my glebe?
gpt
Remove thither--in _proper person_, Mr. Drogue?
human
As soon as may be, Sir John.
gpt
What! Would you bury yourself alive in that wilderness, Jack Drogue?
human
But I must hew out for myself a career in the world some day, Sacharissa. So why not begin now?
gpt
Then in Heaven's name, she exclaimed impatiently,
human
In such times as these, said he,
gpt
I must decline, Sir John.
human
Why?
gpt
I have already told you why.
human
If your present position is irksome to you, he said,
gpt
Augmented by--half, he added in his slow, cold voice.
human
And this, with your income, should properly maintain a young man of your age and quality.