human
Let me go out, August Bordine.
gpt
I ought to turn you over to the authorities for punishment,
human
grunted the tramp,
gpt
I hain't done nothing.
human
I will leave it to Miss Vane.
gpt
Stop! thundered August Bordine. Then to the girl,
human
Miss Vane, I await your decision.
gpt
Permit him to go then. I wish no further trouble,
human
But he really ought to be punished. He certainly deserves ninety days in prison at the least,
gpt
Let me go, Miss, I didn't mean nothin' wrong,
human
Let him go,