human
She never got a word from him, continued the deacon;
gpt
The infernal scoundrel!
human
She was nearly crazy, an' started to find him, but nobody knowed where he was. The postmaster said he'd come to the office ev'ry day for a fortnight, askin' for a letter, so he must hev got hers.
gpt
Ef all women had such stuff in 'em, sighed Tom,
human
She never gev up hopin' he'd come back, said the deacon, in accents that seemed to indicate labored breath
gpt
An' the idee that any feller could be mean enough to go back on such a woman! Deacon, I'd track him right through the world, an' just tell him what you've told us. Ef _that_ didn't fetch him, I'd consider it a Christian duty an' privilege to put a hole through him.
human
I couldn't do that, replied the deacon,
gpt
Looks sweet ez a posy, said Tom, regarding it tenderly.
human
Them little lips uv hern look jest like a rose when it don't know whether to open a little further or not.
gpt
That's Pet's mother.
human
THAT'S PET'S MOTHER. TOM TOOK IT, LOOKED AT IT, AND SCREAMED,
gpt
MY WIFE!
human
What's his name?--tell me quick!
gpt
Tom Dosser!
human
That's him! Bless the Lord!