human
I _kaint_ quit, Rose, answered Judd, looking into her face with a hungry expression.
gpt
I kaint stop. Hit's my work, an' hit pays better then ever hit done. I wants ter make money ... fer yo'. Besides, ef hit hadn't ha' been fer the white liquor what I sell ter the storeman down in Fayville, I wouldn't have been able ter sell yo'r baskets for ye. I wouldn't hev had no money ter give ...
human
I loves ye, Smiles. Yo' know hit, an' so does _he_. I wanted ter holp ye, an' 'twar ther only way.
gpt
What? You dare attempt to curry favor with her by lyingly claiming credit for the additional money her work brought, you cur? You didn't know that I held the cards to call that outrageous bluff, too, did you? You didn't know that I bought every one of those baskets, and told the storekeeper what price to pay for them, did you?