human
Yes, by God! he cried.
gpt
I will take you to Father Mantelle’s now! We’ll make our future beyond the reach of that infernal scoundrel, Norval, or whatever his name is!
human
Tom, never any more must we talk about him. We must just begin from now—you and I. All these years Mamsey has let people think well—of my father. I think I am a little like Mamsey, Tom, and from now on, it is just you and I. You must promise or I could not marry you.
gpt
Come on, Donelle! See, it is raining, you must wear this heavy coat, it will quite cover you. Come!