human
I do, Mr. Deland.
gpt
H'm. I thought as much. And if you were standing there, opposite your father, and with no one at the right side of you, and only the space of the bow-window between you and the outside world--taking into consideration the enormous amount of misguided reason which you might have to commit such a terrible crime--as I said before, if you moved quickly over there, side stepping, so that the shot might miss any of the ladies opposite after passing through Sir Andrew's brain, and--if the lights failed at a given and arranged moment, and you whipped out your revolver and fired, it _might_ bring about just this identical result.
human
I ... my God! man, you're not accusing me of murdering my own father, are you? You're daft--insane--idiotic!