human
And here, Peter, is another advertisement. Found, on Tuesday evening, on the road between Lexington and Frankfort, a bundle of clothes tied in a blue-and-white neckerchief. The owner can recover property by calling on the printer.'
gpt
Yesterday morning who should slip around here but Amy Falconer. And then, in such a voice, she began. How she had come to town the day before, and had brought her party dress. How the bundle was lost. How she had come to inquire whether any one had left the clothes to be advertised; or whether I wouldn't put an advertisement in the paper; or, if they were left at my office before Thursday evening, whether I wouldn't send them to her at once.
human
Ahem!
gpt
She hadn't more than gone before who should come in here but a boy bringing this same bundle of clothes with a note from John Gray, saying that he had found them in the public road yesterday, and asking me to send them at once to the owner, if I should hear who she was; if not, to advertise them.
human
That's no secret,
gpt
I might have sent that bundle straight to the owner of it. But, when I have anything against a man, I always forgive him, only I get even with him first.
human
What are you hammering at? cried Peter, bringing his fist down on the table.
gpt
Hit the nail on the head.
human
Now I've got no grudge against her, continued O'Bannon.
gpt
I'd hate her if I could. I've tried hard enough, but I can't. She may treat me as she pleases: it's all the same to me as soon as she smiles. But as for this redheaded Scotch-Irishman--
human
Stop! said Peter.
gpt
Not a word against him!
human
He's no friend of yours,
gpt
He is!
human
Oh, is he? Well, only the other day I heard him say that he thought a good deal more of your shoes than he did of you,