human
Mother's upset by being treated properly. No wonder! It's like meeting with a white man after living among cannibals. If you had ever seen that beast Bucher, you'd understand it.
gpt
Shall I go away?
human
Please stay! she said.
gpt
And please light your cigarette! And please draw your chair near the fire, and make yourself as comfortable--or as little uncomfortable--as you can! Forgive me. I do not often break down in this way; do I, Martin?
human
No, answered Martin, moving the lamp so as to throw his mother's tear-stained face into shadow, and then squeezing his own chair into the corner beside hers,
gpt
I see, said Owen, nodding, and not sorry to hide his own emotion under cover of a joke.
human
And Mrs. Bransby was unable to make up her mind to justifiably homicide him?
gpt
Yes. He _was_ a beast, though, and no mistake! Phoebe was in such a rage with him once, that she threatened to throw a hot batter-pudding at his head. I'm sorry now she didn't,