human
Curse him! muttered Tom,
gpt
Tom, she said affrightedly,
human
What does it matter what he thought?
gpt
But, Tom, tell me, what did he think to make him look like that? Perhaps, perhaps he thinks I should not be here, alone with you.
human
Damn him. What right has he to stare into my place?
gpt
But, Tom, his eyes, I cannot bear to think of the look in his eyes. It—it was laughing, but it hurt.
human
Who cares about what he thought?
gpt
I do, Donelle whispered. She was putting her violin away.
human
I do. I couldn’t stand having a man look at me like that. Why, Tom, it made me feel ashamed.
gpt
You going? he asked.
human
Wait, I’ll come with you. Wait, Donelle.
gpt
I’d rather go alone,