human
I'll not wait, patted his horse's neck, pulled the blanket closer round him, and started for the Fort. He entered the yard--it was empty. He went to the door of the Fort, opened it, entered, shut it, locked it softly, and put the key in his pocket. Then he passed through into a room at the end of the small hallway. Three men rose from seats by the fire as he did so, and one said:
gpt
Hullo, who're you? Another added:
human
It's Pretty Pierre.
gpt
Where's Lydia Throng?
human
There's no Lydia Throng here. There's Lydia Bontoff, though, and in another week she'll be Lydia something else.
gpt
What does she say about it herself?
human
You've no call to know.
gpt
You stole her, forced her from Throng's-her father's house.
human
Well, she says Throng, and Throng it's got to be.
gpt
What have you got to say about it?
human
Whatever she has to say,
gpt
Who're you talking for?
human
For her, for Throng, for the law.
gpt
The law--by gosh, that's good! You, you darned gambler; you scum!