human
I’ll not help the bad business, no, not I!
gpt
It is a great evil, a damnable sin; no words can make it right. For us to work and forgive is but to help the sin along. I will not stand for the cursed wrong.
human
Mamsey, it is all wrong, but it is not their wrong, Tom’s and all the other boys. They are just doing what they have to: holding to that something that won’t let go of us. Mamsey, we must go along with them. We cannot leave them alone. I don’t quite see yet what we can do, but Mamsey, we, too, must hold on. See, here is the loom. Spin, spin, dear Mamsey.
gpt
No, the loom stands still!
human
Mamsey, it will save us, she said,
gpt
Yes. And because we have always spun and woven and knitted, they are going off there, those boys! Donelle, I will not touch the loom!
human
Where’s Nick, child?
gpt
He’s following Tom as far as he can, Mamsey. I did not call him back.
human
That’s all dogs and women can do! she moaned;
gpt
Yes, Mamsey, and catch up with them—somehow. We will, we will.