human
What's wanted? she asked. Then, recognizing her visitor as one of the lodgers in the room above, she added,
gpt
Is it the boy?
human
Yes; where is he?
gpt
It's gone to the doctor he is.
human
Gone to the doctor! repeated Marlowe, mystified.
gpt
What do you mean?
human
He was taken sick jist after you wint away, and as he couldn't open the door which was locked, he pounded on the floor. My key wouldn't fit, so he asked me to throw up a clothes-line, which I did, and the poor crayther got out of the winder, and wint for the doctor. He'll be back soon, I'm thinkin'.
gpt
No, he won't, growled Marlowe.
human
He's a thief and a villain, and he's run away.
gpt
Did I iver hear the likes? exclaimed Mrs. O'Connor.
human
Who'd have thought it, shure?
gpt
I've a good mind to wring your neck, for helping him off,
human
Would you, thin? exclaimed Mrs. O'Connor, incensed.
gpt
Then my husband would do the same to you, you brute! I am glad the boy's gone, so I am, and I hope he'll never get into your clutches again, you monster! Tim, wake up there, and defind yer wife from the thafe that's insulted her!