human
Well, what in the name of the seven stars are you doing out here in the woods at this time of night?
gpt
But the book belongs to Bethune's grandfather, explained Gabriel.
human
It might have been ruined by rain, or by the damp night-air, if left out until morning. If it had been my own book, perhaps I'd have trusted to luck.
gpt
You missed it to-night, Tolliver, said Francis Bethune.
human
Feel Samples --his name was Felix--
gpt
Oh, yes! exclaimed Jesse Tidwell,
human
Why, I used to go out there to church with Mr. Sanders, and sometimes with Mrs. Absalom. There are some fine people in that settlement.
gpt
Fine! exclaimed Jesse Tidwell, with real enthusiasm;
human
Young Tidwell mimicked a girl's voice with such ridiculous completeness that his companions shouted with laughter.
gpt
There's another thing you missed, Tolliver, he went on.
human
Feel Samples has a cow that gives apple-brandy, and old Burrel Bohannon, the one-legged fiddler, must have milked her dry, for along about half-past ten he kind of rolled his eyes, and fetched a gasp, and wobbled out of his chair, and lay on the floor just as if he was stone dead.
gpt
Yes, sir, he fell and lay there. He may have kicked a time or two, and I think he mumbled something, but he was as good as dead.