human
What do they care for me? she cried, as he sat talking to her in her miserable home one chill November day.
gpt
Why should I pay any attention to them? Once I chummed with Mag Müller, before she married Henry Fenn, and I was as good as she was then--and am now for that matter. She knew what I was, and I knew what she was going to be--we made no bones of it. We hunted in pairs--as women like to. And I know Mag Müller. So why should I keep up for her?
human
And as for Tom Van Dorn--I was a decent girl before I met him, Mr. Dexter--and why in God's name should I try to keep up for him?
gpt
Well, Violet--wife and I have always been your friends; we are now. The church will help you.
human
Oh, the church--the church, she laughed.
gpt
It can't help me. Fancy me in church--with all the wives looking sideways at all the husbands to see that they didn't look too long at me. The church is for those who haven't been caught! God knows if there is a place for any one who has been caught--and I've been caught and caught and caught. She cried.
human
Only the children don't know--not yet, though little Tom--he's the oldest, he came to me and asked me yesterday why the other children yelled when I went out. Oh, hell-- she moaned,