human
No, Claudia, quoth I,
gpt
I smiled,
human
A hermit! she exclaimed scornfully,
gpt
Afeard of a monster more frightful than that,
human
Of what monster, John Drogue?
gpt
Of that red monster that is surely, surely creeping northward to surprise and rend us all, said I in a low voice.
human
And so I shall retire to question my secret soul, and arm it cap-à-pie as God directs.
gpt
I do love you; and Billy Alexander; and all gay and brave young men whose unstained swords hedge the women of County Tryon from this same red monster that you mention.
human
Surely, Claudia, all women command our swords ... no matter _which cause we espouse_.
gpt
Jack!
human
I hear you, Claudia.
gpt
Oh, my God!