human
What's the matter wid ye? called Mrs. O'Connor through the keyhole.
gpt
Are you drunk?
human
I'm sick,
gpt
Is it the jumpin' toothache ye have?
human
I'm awful sick. I don't know what it is.
gpt
Open the door, and I'll come in.
human
I can't. The door's locked, and Jack has gone away.
gpt
Poor bye! said the compassionate woman.
human
What will I do for ye?
gpt
Try the door with your key. Perhaps it will open it.
human
I'll do that same.
gpt
I can't open it,
human
Have you got a clothes-line, Mrs. O'Connor?
gpt
Yes, said the good woman, rather astonished, with a vague idea that Julius expected to cure himself by means of it.
human
And what for do you want it?
gpt
If you will go down to the court and throw it up to me, I'll get out of the window.
human
And what good will that do you?
gpt
I will go for the doctor.
human
I'll go meself, and save you the trouble.
gpt
But he can't get through the keyhole.
human
Thrue for you. Wait a bit, and I'll do it.