human
Then I made another struggle. I cut for the woods. I got to Hillcrest--when word came--that she had--died!
gpt
It was the hope--of making myself fit to go home and hear her sing and laugh that had brought me to Hillcrest. Well, I wrote the old man--that I was going further north. You see, he blamed me. Said the longing for me, the disappointment and the rest, had weakened her heart. I couldn't bear the thought of ever going back--then; so I tramped over the hill and--St. Angé adopted me. It's been a tame plot since then, but it's never been as bad as it was before. I dropped into their speech and ways, and things sank to a dead level. I got word from Hillcrest the other day. Filmer looked blankly into the red embers.
human
The governor has left--it all to me with this saving clause: if I have any honour I am not to take the money until I can use it as my parents would desire. You see, the old man had what I never suspected--a soft place in his heart for me, and a glimmer of hope. It might not have made any difference--but I wish to God I had known it before.
gpt
Drew! Filmer had risen suddenly and now confronted his companion with deep, flashing eyes.
human
Drew, I'm not going to take the fortune unless--I'm fit to handle it. I've been a tramp long enough to know that I can keep on being a tramp, but I'm going to make one more almighty try before I succumb. I may be all wrong, but lately I've thought the--the motive power has--come to me.