human
Do you mean to tell me, she demanded,
gpt
Your distinguished relation, answered Mr. Bradford, slowly,
human
muttered the old man, half to himself;
gpt
There was a diamond pin, she suggested, moodily,
human
If it was intended for you, he said, finally,
gpt
Yes, snapped Mrs. Holmes, readily perceiving the line of his thought,
human
Madam, said Mr. Bradford, a faint flush mounting to his temples as he opened the office door,