human
He is to be inquired of at the house of one Sprott, an honest Scotch merchant, says she; and then with the same breath,
gpt
I am wishing to thank you very much--you are a brave friend to me.
human
It will be time enough when I get you to your father, said I, little thinking that I spoke so true.
gpt
I can tell him a fine tale of a loyal daughter.
human
O, I do not think I will be a loyal girl, at all events, she cried, with a great deal of painfulness in the expression.
gpt
I do not think my heart is true.
human
Yet there are very few that would have made that leap, and all to obey a father's orders,
gpt
I cannot have you to be thinking of me so, she cried again.
human
When you had done that same, how would I stop behind? And at all events that was not all the reasons.
gpt
Good guide us! cried I,
human
You forget James More, my father, is a poor gentleman, said she.
gpt
He is a hunted exile.
human
But I think not all your friends are hunted exiles, I exclaimed.
gpt
And was this fair to them that care for you? Was it fair to me? was it fair to Miss Grant that counselled you to go, and would be driven fair horn-mad if she could hear of it? Was it even fair to these Gregory folk that you were living with, and used you lovingly? It's a blessing you have fallen in my hands! Suppose your father hindered by an accident, what would become of you here, and you your lee-alone in a strange place? The thought of the thing frightens me,
human
I will have lied to all of them, she replied.
gpt
I will have told them all that I had plenty. I told _her_ too. I could not be lowering James More to them.