human
Moreton Bucklaw?
gpt
Yes, Moreton Bucklaw, her aunt cried, with sudden vehemence, which seemed to grow with every word she spoke.
human
Moreton Bucklaw. Do you understand? No, of course you don't. So this is your paragon of goodness and wisdom. This is the man who has told you that your fate only exists in distorted fancy. This is the man who is the foster-father of your wonderful Buck, who defies the curse of disaster which dogs your feet. Child, child, you have proved my words out of your own lips. The disaster you deny is hard upon your heels, hard upon the heels of this man you love. Your own hand, the hand even of your lover, is in it. Was it fate that brought you here? Was it fate that you should love this man? Was it fate that made my teamster lose his way and so bring me face to face with this man, almost at the door of his own home? Was it fate that brought me here? Yes, yes, yes! I tell you it was fate that did all these things--your fate. The curse from which you can never escape. Moreton Bucklaw! She mouthed the words with insane glee.
gpt
It is almost laughable, she cried.
human
You have promised to marry the foster-son of the man who is shortly to pay the penalty for the murder of--your father.