human
He goes there every day. I shouldn’t wonder if he was going to paint that. It will take gallons, for the knotholes will just drink paint.
gpt
Mam’selle, here Marcel panted a bit,
human
Why should I?
gpt
Jo, a strange man and Donelle growing wonderful pretty, and——
human
Mam’selle, the men have fixed the world for themselves; you know that. They have even fixed the women. Some are to labour and bend under their loads until they break, then the scrap heap! Others, the pretty ones, are to be taken or bought as the case may be. And young girls innocent and longing do not count the cost. Oh! Mam’selle, have you thought of Donelle?
gpt
Marcel, I haven’t lived my life for nothing. No man fixes my life for me nor labels me or mine. Donelle is nothing but a child. Why, look at her! When she’s a woman, if a man wants her, he’s going to hear something that I’m keeping just for him, and unless he believes it, he’s not fit for the girl. In the meantime, my boarder is my boarder.