human
Hang it all, he exclaimed once as, dashing the receiver from his head, he sprang from his chair to pace the floor of the secret tower room,
gpt
I'd welcome something in the line of trouble. This eternal thinking--thinking--thinking, drives me wild. What to do, that's the question. Suppose I'd ought to go out and tell Ardmore what I know. If a millionaire father's like any other father, I guess he's pretty well wrought up by now. But if I go, and if I tell him the whole truth, I'm as sure as I am of anything that it will get me into a mess and that's the sort of thing I don't like.