human
Mrs. King faltered,--
gpt
It was incredible. He was back, safely back, untouched, not even breathing hard. Where was the water he had risked his life to bring them? The Englishwoman began to cry, childishly, whimpering.
human
I can't bear it ... I can't bear it ... I wanted it for Rich' ... for Rich'!
gpt
Juan,--you came out of Señor Don Diego's room?
human
You didn't go at all, wept Mrs. King, rocking to and fro and wringing her hands.
gpt
You didn't go at all!
human
Jimsy went! Jimsy went! _Jimsy went!_ It was Jimsy! _Jimsy!_ She flung her arms over her head, swaying unsteadily on her feet. Tears streamed from her eyes and ran down over her white cheeks and into her parched mouth. In that instant there was room for no fear, no terror; they would come later, frantic, unbearable. Now there was only pride, pride and faith and clean joy.
gpt
Jimsy! _Jimsy!_
human
How could he? said Carter Van Meter.
gpt
It was impossible--in that condition! Honor, he couldn't----
human
He was acting! He was acting!