human
If one tried to run away would they shoot him?
gpt
Yes, the guards have their rifles all ready, replied Marjorie;
human
Nothing--only it makes me feel queer.
gpt
I feel queer when I remember how many of our own men are prisoners in Germany,
human
Quietly, girls! And don't stare! said Miss Norton.
gpt
We ought to pity these poor men. It is a terrible thing to be a prisoner of war.
human
I don't pity them, grumbled Marjorie fiercely under her breath.
gpt
Perhaps they're the very ones who've been fighting Leonard's regiment.
human
Yes, when one thinks of one's brothers, it doesn't make one love the Germans,
gpt
Love them! flared Marjorie.
human
I wouldn't consciously speak to a German for ten thousand pounds, and if I happened by mistake to shake hands with one--well, I'd have to go and disinfect my hand afterwards!
gpt
Miss Norton's welcome to them if she pities them,
human
Go on, girls, now!
gpt
I'm disgusted with Miss Norton! groused Marjorie.
human
Come along, Chrissie! What's the matter with you, old sport? Anybody'd think you'd seen a ghost instead of a batch of Germans. Why, you've gone quite pale!
gpt
I'm only tired, snapped Chrissie rather crossly.
human
You're always making remarks about something. I'm going to walk with Patricia.
gpt
Oh, all right! Just as you please. I don't press myself on anybody. I'll walk with Winifrede again if she'll have me.