human
I didn't mean it, whispered Baggs, self-depreciation and pain striving for the possession of his face.
gpt
If I hadn't have been a-goin', I shouldn't have thought of such a thing, but dyin' takes away one's reg'lar senses. It's not my fault, ma'am, but when I thought about what mother used to say about heaven, _you_ came into my mind. I felt as if I was insultin' you just by thinkin' about you--a feller such as me to be thinking about such a lady. I tried to see mother an' Liz, my sweetheart that was, just as I've seen 'em when my eyes was shut, but I couldn't see nothin' but you, the way you looked goin' along that road and makin' the End look bright. I'd shoot myself for the imperdence of the thing if I was goin' to get well again, but I ain't. Ther needs to be a word said for me by somebody--somebody that don't chaw, nor drink, nor swear--somebody that'll catch God's eye if He happens to be lookin' down--and I never saw that kind of a person in Smithton till to-day.
human
Don't, if you don't think best, continued Baggs.
gpt
I'd rather go to--to t'other place than bother a lady. Don't speak a word, if you don't want to; but mebbe you'll _think_ the least thing? God _can't_ refuse _you_. But if you think t'other place is best for me, all right.
human
Ev'rybody about here is rough, or dirty, or mean, or rich, or proud, or somethin', continued the dying man, in a thin yet earnest voice.
gpt
It's all as good as I deserve; but my heart's ached sometimes to look at somebody that would keep me from b'leevin' that ev'rything was black an' awful. And I've seen her. Can I just touch my finger to your dress? I've heard mother read how that somebody in the Old Country was once made all right by just touchin' the clothes Christ had on.