human
Where is Donelle?
gpt
Knitting and thinking down in the river-cabin. Nick’s with her. Mr. Law, there are times when I think that dog has a soul.
human
I never doubt it, Mam’selle. One look in his eyes is enough. But what, now, about Nick?
gpt
When he thinks the child has been alone long enough he goes after her. She says he tugs at her skirt until she follows. He cries if she holds back. Mr. Law, I fear Donelle is—is—taking to Tom’s road.
human
Nonsense, Mam’selle.
gpt
We’ll find a way yet to get Donelle on the road that belongs to her. Ah! a letter,