human
Something like that? repeated Jo with a thrill in her tones.
gpt
You insult me, Gavot! Something like that. What do you mean?
human
God of mercy, Mam’selle, Gavot was genuinely alarmed,
gpt
I ask you to—be—my wife.
human
I wish you’d talk less of the Almighty, Gavot. I reckon the Lord can speak for himself, if men, specially such men as you, get out of his way. It sickens me to have to find the meaning of God through—men. And you ask me to be your wife? You. And I was with Margot when she died!
gpt
Margot was out of her head, he muttered.
human
She talked madness.
gpt
It was more truth than fever, Gavot. Her tongue ran loose—with truth. I know, I know.
human
Well, then, Mam’selle, ’tis said a second wife reaps the harvest the first wife sowed. I have learned, Mam’selle Jo.
gpt
Almost it is a greater insult than what I first thought! Jo sighed sadly.
human
But ’tis the best you have to offer—I should not forget that—and some women would lay much stress on the chance you are offering me. One thing Margot said, Gavot, has never passed my lips until now—though often I’ve thought of it. When she’d emptied her poor soul of all that you had poured into it, when she had shriven herself, and was ready to meet her God, the God you had never let her find before because you got in between, she looked at Tom. The poor lad sat huddled up on the foot of the bed watching his mother going forth. ’Jo,’ she whispered, ’when all’s said and done, it paid because of Tom! When I tell God about Tom and what Tom meant, He’ll forgive a lot else. He does with women.’