human
You have a letter, you say, from Captain Otway, said Mr. Drysdale, partially raising his head from his hands, in which it had been buried while his son was speaking.
gpt
Where is it? Give it to Rachel--I can not see the words.
human
You hear?
gpt
Yes, William Drysdale, I do. I never doubted that your son was a good swimmer, no more than I do that coward means coward, and that all the letters in the alphabet can not spell it to mean any thing else. Come, Rachel, added the grim, unreasoning, iron-tempered veteran,
human
he continued, with renewed fierceness, as Edward Drysdale snatched at his hand.
gpt
That hand was once grasped by Rodney in some such another business as the letter speaks of, when its owner did _not_ faint! It must not be touched by you!