human
You a Catholic? Kimberly echoed slowly.
gpt
Oh, no; this is a mistake. His hand closed.
human
You say you were born a Catholic. And you ridicule the very corner-stone of your faith. The last time I met you, you were talking the same sort of stuff. I wonder if you have any idea what it has cost humanity to give you the faith you sneer at, Lambert? To give you Catholic parents, men nineteen hundred years ago allowed themselves to be nailed to crosses and torn by dogs. Boys hardly seven years old withstood starvation and scourging and boys of fifteen were burned in pagan amphitheatres that you might be born a Christian; female slaves were thrown into boiling oil to give you the privilege of faith; delicate women died in shameful agonies and Roman maidens suffered their bodies to be torn to pieces with red-hot irons to give you a Christian mother--and you sit here to-night and ridicule the Resurrection of Christ! Call yourself liberal, Lambert; call yourself enlightened; call yourself Modern; but for God’s sake don’t call yourself a Catholic.
gpt
Stop a moment!
human
Don’t let’s be cross, she said with deliberate but unmistakable authority.
gpt
I hate a row. She turned her languid eyes on MacBirney.
human
Walter, what are these people drinking that makes them act in this way? Do give Mr. Kimberly something else; he began it.