human
She's going to give him the sack; that's what _she's_ going to give him, Conquest said, conclusively, while Miriam folded the dashingly scribbled sheets.
gpt
You needn't be worried about her in the least. Miss Evie knows her way about as cleverly as a homing bee. She'll do well for herself whatever else she may not do. _Come now_!
human
I'm not thinking of that so much as that she should do her duty.
gpt
Duty! Pooh! That sort of little creature has no duty--the word doesn't apply to it. Evie is the most skilful mixture of irresponsible impulse and shrewd calculation you'll find in New York. She'll use both her gifts with perfect heartlessness, and yet in such a way that even her guardian angel won't know just where to find fault with her.
human
But she must marry Mr. Ford--now.