human
There's your room, she snapped,
gpt
Would you, miss?
human
Lord, bless me life, it ain't a bad room, either. Put the light out, my dear, I don't like light. I like 'em dark, like them little cells in Holloway prison, where you were took two years ago for robbing your missus.
gpt
You old liar!
human
Lucy Jones you call yourself--you used to be Mary Welch in them days,
gpt
I'm not going to be insulted, almost screamed Lucy, though there was a note of fear in her strident voice.
human
I'm going to leave to-night.
gpt
No you ain't, my dear, said old Jaggs complacently.
human
You're going to sleep here to-night, and you're going to leave in the morning. If you try to get out of that door before I let you, you'll be pinched.
gpt
They've got nothing against me,
human
False characters, my dear. Pretending to come from the agency, when you didn't. That's another crime. Lord bless your heart, I've got enough against you to put you in jail for a year.
gpt
What is this you're saying about my maid?
human
Good evening, ma'am.
gpt
I'm just having an argument with your young lady.
human
Do you say she is a thief?
gpt
Of course she is, miss, said Jaggs scornfully.
human
You ask her!