human
The idea that he could harm anybody, declared Mrs. Bordine to Rose, with both plump hands on the girl's shoulders.
gpt
Why, he never even so much as killed a chicken without shuddering.
human
We will hope that a mistake has been made, dear Mrs. Bordine.
gpt
And you are so kind, returned the old woman with tears in her eyes.
human
Do you know, Miss Alstine, I want to ask your forgiveness.
gpt
For what, dear?
human
For unkind judgment of you.
gpt
I am sure you never have misjudged me, dear.
human
Oh, yes I have.
gpt
How?
human
It was one day when August had been up to your house. He was dreadfully down in the mouth when he came back from that visit. He'd been jilted he said, by you, and I told him right for ever trying to win the heart of a rich girl. I said some very harsh things of you, Miss, things that I know now weren't true. Of course I can see now that you had some good reason for not wishing to marry a poor engineer, a reason that was above regarding his poverty. I won't ask you what it was, for if the poor boy is dead it won't make any difference, and--and--