human
Joe, he said, leaning forward on his elbows till his face, on which the light threw every testy wrinkle into sharp relief, was midway between the two candles at the end of the table,
gpt
Joe, I've bought a ship and we're all going to Africa.
human
You're all I've got, Joey, he cried,
gpt
You're all that's left to the old man, and I'm going to do well by you. Whatever I have is yours, Joey; it's all coming to you, every cent and every dollar. Here,--you must be wanting a bit of money to spend,--here! He thrust his hand into his pocket and flung half a dozen gold pieces down on the dark, well-oiled mahogany where they rang and rolled and shone dully in the candle-light.
human
I swear, Joey, I think a lot of you.
gpt
But of that, no more, he said sharply.
human
Not a word's to be said, you understand. Not a word--to _any one_.