human
Damn the fair Nancy!
gpt
With all my heart, damn her! said he.
human
I agree with you; she's a snippy, cold little piece. Not my style at all. Not worth the serious attention of a man like yourself. Who is it now, you sly dog?
gpt
Cold--yes--but if the right man could awaken her--
human
Look here, Sansome, do you want that woman?
gpt
By gad! he cried with a sudden queer burst of fire;
human
I've got to have her!
gpt
H'm, observed Morrell speculatively, without looking across at Sansome.
human
Tell me, Ben, does she still care for her husband?
gpt
No; that I'll swear!
human
If you're sure of that one essential little fact, and you really want her, why don't you take her?
gpt
Damn it, ain't I telling you? She won't see me.
human
Tell me about it,
gpt
By Gad! he finished.
human
You know, I feel like a raw schoolboy, talkin' like this!
gpt
My dear chap, don't, he begged, laying his hand on Sansome's forearm.
human
A genuine passion is the most glorious thing on earth even in callow youth! But when we old men of the world-- The pause was eloquent.
gpt
She's a headstrong filly, he went on in a more matter-of-fact tone, after a moment,
human
How is that?
gpt
Believe me, I know women and horses! You've ridden this one too much on the snaffle. Try the curb. That high-spirited sort takes a bit of handling. They like to feel themselves dominated. You've been too gentle, too refined. She's gentle and refined for two. What she wants is the brute--'Rape of the Sabines' principle. Savage her a bit, and she'll come to heel like a dog. Not at once, perhaps. Give her a week.
human
That's all very well, objected Sansome, whose eyes were shining,
gpt
And be sorry for it afterward--
human
Too late.
gpt
There's something in that. But suppose we arranged to get the husband out of the way, where she couldn't run to him at once--