human
Let them have it, Flora, said Barraclough, sweetly.
gpt
They are friends of mine. Do as I tell you.
human
You girls get out, gasped Harrison Smith, coming down breathlessly with the envelope, and after Flora and Jane had escaped into the garden,
gpt
Cornered, Mr. Barraclough, and we've got the goods.
human
Hadn't you better make sure?
gpt
What's this?
human
I don't know--something my mother wrote. Oh, I wasn't born yesterday and if you think I carry the concession--search me.
gpt
We mean to have that paper,
human
Haven't you chosen rather a public place to get it? he answered steadily.
gpt
Oh, I realise I'm cornered, but is this the place for the kill? After all, I'm not much good to you without that paper.
human
Where 'ave you put it? hissed Dirk, edging closer.
gpt
Where 'ave you put it, eh?
human
Aha, my friend, that's the point. But it won't be cleared up by breathing hops in my face.
gpt
A little persuasion.
human
No, not even with a little persuasion. His voice rang high on a note of challenge.
gpt
If you want that paper, you'll have to accept my terms and my terms are stiff.
human
I can tell you 'oo'll be stiff ternight if he don't----
gpt
I may be a little late for dinner, Cook, so don't put on the potatoes till the half hour.
human
My mother,