human
What's the matter?
gpt
She's lost another son, said Mr. Green, with a ferocious sneer--
human
Halloa!
gpt
A chap she picked up out of the street, and tried to pass off on me as her son, continued Mr. Green, raising his voice.
human
She ain't heard the end of it yet, I can tell you.
gpt
You leave her alone, he said, mildly.
human
It's true I'm not her son, but it don't matter, because I've been to see a lawyer about her, and he told me that this house and half the furniture belongs by law to Betty. It's got nothing to do with you.
gpt
Indeed! said Mr. Green.
human
Now you take yourself off before I put the police on to you. Take your face off these premises.
gpt
Go on! vociferated Mr. Green.
human
Or will you have the police to put you out?
gpt
You stick up for your rights, my girl, he said, turning to Betty.
human
If he don't treat your mother well, give him back his kitchen chair and his three stair-rods and pack him off.
gpt
Henry, said Mr. Green, with dangerous calm,
human
I'm going, said Mr. Letts, hastily.
gpt
Good-by, Betty; good-by, mother. I sha'n't be long. I'm only going as far as the post-office. And that reminds me. I've been talking so much that I quite forget to tell you that Betty and me were married yesterday morning.
human
What's mine is Betty's, he said, in a clear voice,
gpt
And what's mine is mother's,
human
What's mine is mother's.