human
Just as if it mattered whether you ever saw me again or not. After you've been in Chicago a while, you'll only think of me, perhaps, as a convenient old chap--a sort of bank to whom you can always apply for-- he paused before saying the word, and then brought it out hard--
gpt
Please don't think that of me!
human
I don't think it of you in particular, but of every one, he said.
gpt
Women are all alike. For that matter, men, too. Money is their god--money, _dirty_ money! That's what men, and women, exist for. They marry for money. They live for it. Good God! they die for it! You can have a man's wife or anything else, but touch his money, his dirty money-- He threw out his hands expressively. He had been talking disjointedly, and as if the subject was one that fascinated him, and yet that he hated.
human
You see, he said,
gpt
I know what I am talking about, because that's about all any one has ever wanted of me--my money.