human
Shut the door, she said, as her keen, wood-wary eyes swept the room. She crossed swiftly to the window and looked out. Her lips curled a little.
gpt
Most of them people has been standin' out yonder sence nine o'clock, tryin' to see what sort of lookin' animile I am, Mr. Gwynne. Hain't nohody got any work to do?
human
Vulgar curiosity, nothing more,
gpt
You are not a murderer. You must not think or say such things, Miss Hawk.
human
I--I wish you wouldn't call me that, Mr. Gwynne. Hit--hit makes me feel kind o'--kind o' lonesome-like. Jest as--ef I didn't have no friends. Call me Moll. That's all I am.