human
Noah, dear, she said, pressing his arm caressingly, as they were coming home one Wednesday evening from the aforesaid chapel,
gpt
By no means, Sophy, he cried, with a sudden start;
human
But why?
gpt
I have my reasons. They are no friends of mine. They are no strangers to me. They lived here long ago, and were forced to leave the place, after her son, a mischievous, turbulent fellow, was hung.
human
Mrs. Martin's son hung!--what for? I thought they had been decent, respectable people!
gpt
There is no judging people by appearance, said Noah, bitterly.
human
I look a decent fellow, yet I have been a great sinner in my early days; and, with regard to these Martins, the less you have to do with them, Sophy, the better. I tell you, once for all, I will have no intimacy with them.