human
Jim, he cried,
gpt
No, answered Alvord.
human
It ain't that Scarlett business? I thought I'd got that----
gpt
No, no! It isn't that! groaned Edgington.
human
But we're done, all the same! Done to a finish! You might as well close the headquarters and go home, for if we win, on this platform, we lose, and all the money we've put in is lost! I tell you, Jim, 'Gene Brassfield is either insane--and I believe it's that--or he's the damnedest traitor and sneak and two-faced hound that ever stepped, and I'll have it out with him! Some way, if I wait ten years, I'll have it out with him, if I have to do it with a gun! His business leaves my office at once. Why, there aren't words fit for me to use, to describe the miserable, false, lying----
gpt
See here, Edge! said Alvord.
human
We may be done, as you say, but Eugene Brassfield has made you, and he's my friend, and you'd better not go on like that, here! Let me see that paper!