human
Damn your horses, and you too! If it hadn't been for this gentleman you'd have killed a dozen of these kids. Forrest's head was beginning to swim, but he took the limp little burden on his left shoulder.
gpt
Let me have her, he said.
human
I know where to take her. Bring a doctor to Mr. Wells's at once, please. And as he turned away he caught one glimpse of a fair, anxious face peering out across Mr. Hubbard's elegantly draped shoulder, and found that he could not raise his hand to his fur cap.
gpt
All right, Miss Allison, he smiled to her reassuringly.
human
Drive on. And then some one helped him in to Wells's parlor, and Mrs. Wells came fluttering down, all sympathy and welcome. Her deft, womanly hands stripped off the cheap hood and coat of the little sufferer; other friendly, sympathetic souls came in to help; and then, feeling oddly faint and queer, Forrest quietly stole away. Closing the glazed hall door behind him, he paused a moment in the vestibule, finding himself face to face with a slender form at sight of which even then his heart gave one great bound. Instinctively one arm was outstretched in longing, in greeting, and then at sight of him the form recoiled, and, cold as the biting wind that swept his cheek, he heard the brief sentence,
gpt
You have broken your word.