human
So droll, so droll, our Tarboe there!
gpt
The Demoiselle with the Scarlet Hose.
human
She didn't want to go; they dragged her off; you'll fetch her back, won't ye?--she always had a fancy for you, cap'n,
gpt
But you stole her when she was in her rock-a-by, my Throng--you and your Manette.
human
Like a match she was--no bigger, continued the old man.
gpt
Lord, how that stepmother bully-ragged her, and her father didn't care a darn. He'd half a dozen others--Manette and me hadn't none. We took her and used her like as if she was an angel, and we brought her off up here. Haven't we set store by her? Wasn't it 'cause we was lonely an' loved her we took her? Hasn't everybody stood up and said there wasn't anyone like her in the North? Ain't I done fair by her always--ain't I? An' now, when this cough 's eatin' my life out, and Manette 's gone, and there ain't a soul but Duc the trapper to put a blister on to me, them brutes ride up from over the border, call theirselves her brothers, an' drag her off!
human
Get up, Jim Throng, he said.
gpt
Holy! do you think the law moves because an old man cries? Is it in the statutes?--that's what the law says. Does it come within the act? Is it a trespass--an assault and battery? --a breach of the peace?--a misdemeanour? Victoria--So and So: that's how the law talks. Get on your knees to Father Corraine, not to Captain Halby, Jimmy Throng.