human
Oh, I wish I could persuade you to give up this bad life, resumed Florence, earnestly,
gpt
Do you really care what becomes of me, miss?
human
I do, indeed.
gpt
That's very kind of you, miss; but I don't understand it. You are a rich young lady, and I'm only a poor boy, livin' in a Bowery dive.
human
What's that?
gpt
Never mind, miss, such as you wouldn't understand. Why, all my life I've lived with thieves, and drunkards, and bunco men, and----
human
But I'm sure you don't like it. You are fit for something better.
gpt
Do you really think so?
human
Yes; you have a good face. You were meant to be good and honest, I am sure.
gpt
Would you trust me?
human
Yes, I would if you would only leave your evil companions, and become true to your better nature.
gpt
No one ever spoke to me like that before, miss, said Dodger, his expressive features showing that he was strongly moved.
human
You think I could be good if I tried hard, and grow up respectable?
gpt
I am sure you could,