human
Stop! cried the Master, sternly.
gpt
No nonsense, now!
human
What?
gpt
Drop those jewels, sir!
human
Why?
gpt
Principally because I order you to! The Master's voice was cold, incisive.
human
They're worthless, now. No make-weights! We can't have make-weights at a time like this. To think of jewels at such an hour! Throw them back!
gpt
Never! he shouted, crouching there at the brink of the jewel-pit.
human
Call it insubordination, mutiny, anything you like, but I'm going to have my fill of these! Faith, but I _will_, now!
gpt
Sir--
human
I don't give a damn! Jewels for mine! His voice rose gusty, raw, wild.
gpt
I've been a soldier of fortune all my life, and that's how I'm going to die. Poor, most of the time. Well, I'm going to die rich!