human
Damn his soul to hell!
gpt
Let me see it--whose is it, Henry? asked Brotherton. Fenn answered,
human
That's my business. He paused; then added
gpt
Another undecided moment, and then Fenn concluded:
human
And none of your business.
gpt
I'm going home. If she means business, here's her chance.
human
The Bonnie Brier Bush and
gpt
A Hazard of New Fortunes