human
You come down to Bungay, said John,
gpt
You see, said Mrs. Pipkin,
human
But I wasn't;--not particular. Lord love you, he ain't a hair the wuss.
gpt
You let her alone for a time, said Mrs. Hurtle.
human
A little neglect will do her good.
gpt
Maybe, said John,--
human
he would appear again upon the scene, he took Mrs. Pipkin aside, and suggested that if there were
gpt
I thought as he was in prison,
human
What should they keep him in prison for? said Mrs. Pipkin.
gpt
He hasn't done nothing as he oughtn't to have done. That young man was dragging you about as far as I can make out, and Mr. Crumb just did as anybody ought to have done to prevent it. Of course they weren't going to keep him in prison for that. Prison indeed! It isn't him as ought to be in prison.
human
And where is he now, aunt?
gpt
Gone down to Bungay to mind his business, and won't be coming here any more of a fool's errand. He must have seen now pretty well what's worth having, and what ain't. Beauty is but skin deep, Ruby.
human
John Crumb 'd be after me again to-morrow, if I'd give him encouragement, said Ruby.
gpt
If I'd hold up my finger he'd come.
human
Then John Crumb's a fool for his pains, that's all; and now do you go about your work. Ruby didn't like to be told to go about her work, and tossed her head, and slammed the kitchen door, and scolded the servant girl, and then sat down to cry. What was she to do with herself now? She had an idea that Felix would not come back to her after the treatment he had received;--and a further idea that if he did come he was not, as she phrased it to herself,