human
You are my mother, he said simply.
gpt
I know it now. He felt her hand tighten on his arm. She bent over him and with finger on lips, whispered:
human
Hush, hush, the maid is in there--what is it, Kenyon?
gpt
I want you to save Grant.
human
Kenyon, Kenyon--my boy--my son! she whispered, then said greedily:
gpt
Let me say it again--my son! She whispered the word
human
for a moment, stooping over him, touching his forehead gently with her fingers. Then she cried under her breath:
gpt
What about that man--your--Grant? What have I to do with him?
human
We are asking your husband, the Judge, to let him out of jail to-night, for if the Judge doesn't release Grant--they are going to mob him and maybe kill him! Oh, won't you save him? You can. I know you can. The Judge will let him out if you demand it.
gpt
My son, my son! the woman answered as she looked vacantly at him.
human
You are my son, my very own, aren't you?
gpt
Oh, you're mine --her trembling fingers ran over his face.
human
My eyes, my hair. You have my voice--O God--why haven't they found it out? Then she began whispering over again the words,
gpt
My son.
human
He'll be back in half an hour, she said, rising; then--
gpt
So they're going to mob Grant, are they? And he sent you here asking me for mercy!
human
No, no, no. He doesn't even know--