human
Go on! said Richard, huskily.
gpt
Yes? She's gone! Well?
human
Likewise something in Lat'n, added Tom.
gpt
Nom'tive Mouser!--'nough to make ye mad, sir!
human
She have got uncommon kind eyes, sir, said Tom,
gpt
And though she couldn't see me, said Tom,
human
I took off my hat. I did take it so kind of her to think of a chap like me.
gpt
You saw no more of her, Tom?
human
No, sir. That was the last!
gpt
That was the last you saw of her, Tom?
human
Well, sir, I saw nothin' more.
gpt
And so she went out of sight!
human
Clean gone, that she were, sir.
gpt
Why did they take her away? what have they done with her? where have they taken her to?
human
Why didn't she write? they were resumed.
gpt
Why did she leave? She's mine. She belongs to me! Who dared take her away? Why did she leave without writing?--Tom!
human
Yes, sir, said the well-drilled recruit, dressing himself up to the word of command. He expected a variation of the theme from the change of tone with which his name had been pronounced, but it was again,
gpt
Where have they taken her to?