human
For the life of me, I can't make out why you are doing this (he resented the bare notion of mercy, and showed it in his tone).
gpt
With you in my place and I in yours----
human
Is it possible you do not know me?
gpt
I have known you nearly a month,
human
Do you mean to say you don't remember seeing me before--before this last month?
gpt
Certainly, when first I met you, I seemed to remember your voice; but from what I was told about you I made sure I was mistaken.
human
Didn't they tell you that at one time, out there I was hawking?
gpt
No. Why, now--
human
Stop a bit, said Dick, raising his hand.
gpt
Forget that you are here; forget you are in England. Instead of these chestnuts, you're in the mallee scrub. The night is far darker than this night has ever been: the place is a wilderness. You are lying in wait for a hawker's wagon. The hawkers drive up; you take them by surprise, and you're three to two. They are at your mercy. The younger one is a new chum from England--a mere boy. He has all the money of the concern in his pocket, and nothing to defend it with. He flings himself unarmed upon one of your gang, and, but for you, would be knifed for his pains. You save him by an inch; but you see what maddens him--you see he has the money. You take it from him. The money is all the world to him: he is mad: he wants to be killed outright. You only bind him to the wheel, taking from him all he has. So he thinks, and death is at his heart. But he finds that, instead of taking it all, you have left it all; you have been moved by compassion for the poor devil of a new chum! Well, first he cannot believe his eyes; then he is grateful; then senseless.