human
A strange beggar! exclaimed Walter, now.
gpt
You pester a man until he beats you, yet refuse alms when cheerfully offered. By heavens perhaps he was not so wrong. At least, you are an ungrateful churl.
human
I am not ungrateful, the fellow answered, turning suddenly upon Walter, and showing a blotched, liquor-stained face.
gpt
No; yet I will not take your money. It would blister me.
human
In heaven's name, who are you?
gpt
Look at me and see!
human
I protest I never set eyes on you before. My friend, you have injured someone else--evidently you must have injured him!--and mistake me for that person.
gpt
I do not mistake. You are the man who was set upon and done to death, left for dead--as all supposed--on the night when Law's bubble was nearly pricked; the man whose newly-married wife was flung into the prison----
human
Ah! My God! What?
gpt
Of St. Martin des Champs, and thence deported to America. Nay, nay, the fellow shrieked suddenly, seeing the effect of his words;
human
he added to himself,