human
The insolence of the thing!
gpt
Not insolence, pleaded Miss Forsythe, softly;
human
Well, said Mrs. Fletcher, hotly,
gpt
I like that kind of sensibility. Does she think I have no feeling? Does she think I would take from her as a charity what her husband knows is mine by right?
human
Perhaps her husband--
gpt
No, Mrs. Fletcher interrupted.
human
Why didn't he send it, then? why didn't the company send it? They owe it. I'm not a pauper. And all the other bondholders who need the money as much as I do! I'm not saying that if the company sent it I should refuse it because the others had been treated unjustly; but to take it as a favor, like a beggar!
gpt
Of course you cannot take it from Margaret,
human
How dreadful it is!