human
Ask him in, said my father, and I began hurriedly to rise from my lowly position, but a
gpt
Stay where you are nailed me to the floor.
human
What can I do for you? asked Mr Bradlaugh pleasantly, as a thick-set man of middle age, with a reddish beard, entered the room. The man replied that he wished to buy a copy of a book written by my father and entitled,
gpt
Man, whence and how. Rather to my surprise, because as a rule he refused to sell any literature from his Turner Street lodgings, and indeed kept none there for sale, my father hunted up a copy of the Freethinker's Text-Book, Part I., entitled
human
Man, whence and how? or Revealed and Real Science in Conflict, carefully dusted it, and handed it to the man, asking suavely,
gpt
Is there anything more I can do for you? The man replied that that was all, put the book in his pocket, paid for it, and went away. He was hardly outside the door when my father began to laugh.
human
Did you see his boots, Hypatia? he asked.
gpt
His boots! I repeated vaguely, wondering rather what the joke was.
human
Yes; he actually came in the regulation boots, he said.
gpt
That was a detective, and those who instructed him evidently think that 'Man, whence and how?' is some book upon the population question.