human
Oh! mistress, there's poor Miss Isabel lying outside in the snow, and----
gpt
I know it, she said in her deep, harsh tones;
human
I know it. Let her lie there, or let her go. There is no home for such as she.
gpt
But, mistress, she's dying; or, mebbe, dead already--dead and cold. I lifted up her head, and it fell back like a lump o' lead. You munna leave her lying there to perish. For heaven's sake, mistress, let me and Joanna see to her!
human
Let her go. This is no home for such as she,
gpt
But she canna even stand, and, long afore morning, she'll be froze to death. Besides, which----
human
It is a lie--an infamous lie!
gpt
It's gospel truth, mistress, and Joanna will tell you the same. You munna leave her lying there, dead an' cold, poor dear--dead an' cold.
human
So be it, said Miss Pengarvon, after a few moments, with an evident effort.
gpt
Do you and Joanna bring her in--but not by the front door, not over the threshold she has disgraced. Let her come in by the door at which beggars and vagrants knock.