human
Get you back now, said Viner, halting at the parting of the ways.
gpt
We are already in the country of the enemy. Bid me here God-speed.
human
Keep it, lad, he muttered.
gpt
One spring when I was near drowning in the Thames by being held in the weeds I caught this stone from the river-bed. Methinks it has protected me from ill. May that same fortune be on you, and more added to it, in the work which lies before you.
human
Superstition made never a soldier of any man, muttered the stern voice of the Puritan.
gpt
Fling that idolatry to the bush, Geoffrey, and go your way, trusting rather in the Lord with a psalm upon your lips.
human
It is but a reminder of home for the lad, protested Flower gently.
gpt
We have each other. But in the solitudes what shall he have?
human
said Geoffrey timidly.
gpt
I thank you, neighbour,
human
Fare you well, said old Penfold sadly.
gpt
We shall lack you sore.