human
Tomlinson, said Mrs. Cassilis--in spite of her outward calm, her nerves were strung to the utmost, and she felt that she must speak to some one--
gpt
Tomlinson, if a woman wrote anonymous letters about you, if those letters brought misery and misfortune, what would you do to that woman?
human
I do not know, ma'am,
gpt
I will kill her, Tomlinson! I will kill her! I will get those letters and prove the handwriting, and find that woman out. I will devote my life to it, and I will have no mercy on her when I have found her. I will kill her--somehow--by poison--by stabbing--somehow. Don't tremble, woman; I don't mean you. And Tomlinson, forget what I have said.