human
Say, Joyce, the boy faltered, standing in the doorway and kicking his heels together,
gpt
I'm blamed sorry I done that sneak job.
human
It doesn't matter much, Billy. But now that you are here, will you help me pack food and things? I'm going--away.
gpt
You ain't going to go--no such thing! he cried, coming in and slamming the door behind him.
human
That's a--that's a fake letter.
gpt
Yes, I know. It doesn't make any difference. But tell me, Billy, is it father or Jude down at the Laval place?
human
How d' yer know?
gpt
Oh! it was all so foolish! she answered smiling feebly.
human
If he--if Mr. Gaston had sent it, don't you see that there would have been no need of this mystery? But is it Jude or father, Billy?
gpt
It's old Birkdale,
human
Then it's a longer way I must go. Joyce sighed wearily.
gpt
Do you think I could get there--walking, Billy?
human
Billy, I'm going to Jude because--he's mine, and I belong to him--and it never pays in this world to take what doesn't belong to you.
gpt
But--Gaston--you belong to him--and I want--you--to have him!