human
Oh, Doctor Mac, I can't understand why grandfather pulled that trigger, and shot dear little Mike. He saw him spring at Judd.
gpt
It wasn't in any wise his fault, dear heart. He could not possibly have helped it. You see our brains are telegraph stations from which the nerves run like wires, carrying messages to all the different parts of our bodies. Big Jerry had sent a command to his finger, ordering it to pull the trigger, and the muscles had started to obey. The second message countermanding the first--quick as it was--came too late to halt the purely muscular action; that is all.
human
Another good evening, my friends, came a cheery voice, and the mountain minister approached out of the shadows, and joined them.
gpt
I am just back from a journey into the wilderness, like John the Baptist's, and ... Why, what's wrong? Do I see the ghost of a sorrow sitting amid this group, which should be so happy?
human
Oh, Mr. Talmadge, cried Rose, jumping up and stepping to his side as he paused.
gpt
Many ghosts are here to-night. I think that you took God away with you on your journey, for His spirit has not been in Webb's Gap this afternoon.
human
Tell me, what has happened, my dear?