human
Back to Mastin’s Point?
gpt
No, by heaven! but to Mam’selle Jo Morey’s.
human
But your togs, he gasped,
gpt
Courting? Gavot laughed aloud. His drinking added impetus to every impulse and desire.
human
Does Mam’selle have to have her pill coated? Will she not swallow it without a question?
gpt
But ’tis late, Gavot——
human
And does the chaste Mam’selle keep to the early hours of better women?
gpt
But to-morrow—the next day,
human
No, by heaven, to-night! fiercely and hoarsely muttered Gavot,