human
Whose girl is that?
gpt
Mine.
human
Yours and Langley’s, by God! And you have the shamelessness to stand there and tell me so to my face. So that’s what you went away for, the summer Langley turned you adrift. All these years you’ve kept your disgrace hidden—where?
gpt
Shall I say the child is my own? thought Jo.
human
That will stop all further questions, no one need ever know about the murder, and Donelle can be kept safe from the hateful suspicion that I——
gpt
Answer me!