human
See here, Donelle, he said;
gpt
I think I must have my own road, Tom. The trouble is I cannot see my road as you see roads. I only feel my feet aching. But, Tom, surely you must have seen life a little in Quebec, tell me: could a great big strong love keep on loving even if it knew about me and Mamsey?
human
Yes.
gpt
Even if it had to keep Mamsey from knowing that we know?
human
Yes.
gpt
Why, Tom, dear Tom, you make me feel wonderful. You always do, you big, safe Tom. I just knew how it would be; that is why I had to come and meet you.
human
I think your mother would just worship you, Tom.
gpt
Donelle, he said presently,
human
You, you really mean that, Tom?
gpt
Yes, I do.
human
Well, I think I’ll get the fiddle out some day, soon, and come to your cabin. While you draw your roads on your paper, I’ll see if the tunes will come back.