human
Father, I hope you do not mean what you have said--that you are only joking with me--at any rate, that you have not known it--that you have not done it--that you have not even left poor old Mr. Oglander one hour----
gpt
Wait, boy, wait! You know nothing about it. Who are you to judge of such matters, indeed? Remember to whom you are speaking, if you please. I have done what was right; and for your sake I have done it.
human
For my sake! Why, I never had seen the young lady before I was told that she was dead and buried--murdered, as everybody said--and the tracing of the criminals was mainly left to you! I longed to help, but I knew that you despised me; and now do you mean to say that you did it?
gpt
To be sure, Kit, I murdered her; as is proved to such a mind as yours by the fact of her being now alive! What can I have done to have a fool for my son?
human
And what have I done to have a rogue for a father? You may knock me down, sir, if you please! --for Mr. Sharp arose, as if that would be his next proceeding;--
gpt
I declare, after all, you have got some little wit, cried the lawyer, with a smile withdrawing, and recovering self-command.
human
I cannot be angry with a boy like you, because you know no better. Oh, here comes your mother! Your excitement has aroused her. Mamma, you have not the least idea what a lion you have to answer for. I leave him to you, my dear. Soothe him, feed him, and try to find his humming-top.
gpt
I will not die like this! It is unseemly to die like this! the Rev. Thomas Hardenow was exclaiming at this very time, but a few miles off.
human
I hope I am not a coward altogether; but the ignominy is unbearable. In this den of Eumæus, this sty of Sycorax, entangled in the meshes of a foul hog-net, and with hogs' grunt, grunt, for the chorus of my woes! My Prometheus class is just waiting for me at the present moment, so far as I can reckon here the climbing of the day; and I had rendered into English verses that delicious bit of chorus--'With thy woes of mighty groaning, mortals feel a fellow-moaning, And of Colchic land indwellers, maids who never quail in fight;' and so on--how small-minded of me to forget it now!--down to, 'And springs of holy-watered rivers wail thy pitiable woe.' But instead of nymphs of ocean, here comes that old pig again! If he could only grout up that board--which he must do sooner or later--what part of me will he begin upon? Probably this little finger--it is so white and helpless! If I could only, only move!--to be eaten alive by pigs! Well, well--there is not so very much left for them. Infinitely better men have had a lower end than that. Only I would bend my knees--if bend them I could--to the Giver of all good, that I may be insensible before the pigs begin.
gpt
To wit, although he had been without food for six-and-twenty hours now (having been caught in the treacherous toils soon after he set his toes towards his dinner), he was not by any means in the same state in which a Low-Church clergyman must have been. His system was so attuned to fasting, and all his parts so disciplined, that
human
I never did heckle such a wiry chap. Fetch a pair of they tough thongs, Tickuss, same as thou makest use of for ringing of the pigs, my lad.
gpt
Whish!--can't 'ee whish, with my name so pat?