human
Suffering Moses! cried out Fitz.
gpt
You are not going to send that?
human
It is sent, my dear Fitz. Mailed from my office this afternoon. This is a copy.
gpt
My object in sendin' for you both, the colonel continued,
human
I am aware, Fitz, that some secrecy must be preserved in an affair of this kind Nawth--quite diffe'ent from our own county, and
gpt
Secrecy! Secrecy! With that bellowing Klutchem? Don't you know that that idiot will have it all over the Street by nine o'clock to-morrow, unless he is ass enough to get scared, get out a warrant, and clap you into the Tombs before breakfast? O Colonel! How _could_ you do a thing like this without letting us know?