human
That low-down beast, Gavot, Mam’selle had picturesquely said to Marcel once when not noticing Donelle’s presence,
gpt
I shouldn’t wonder, mused Donelle, now, standing in the road and eyeing the only other figure on the landscape,
human
I shouldn’t wonder if that was Gavot’s Tom. I’ll just see!
gpt
I believe, she said, showing her teeth in a friendly smile,
human
I believe you must be Tom Gavot.
gpt
And—you—are Mam’selle’s girl!
human
Yes. What are you doing?
gpt
Mending the roads. And you?
human
Taking a walk on the road you mend.
gpt
How did you know me?
human
Why—why, I heard Mamsey talk about your father.
gpt
How did you know me?
human
I think maybe you won’t like it if I tell you.