human
I am Durgo! explained the negro, annoyed by her silence, as was apparent from the frown which wrinkled his eye-brows.
gpt
Where is my master?
human
I don't know where your master is, she replied, finding her tongue with some difficulty.
gpt
I do not know who your master is.
human
My master, said the negro,
gpt
How can I tell you when I do not even know his name?
human
His name is---- Durgo was about to satisfy her curiosity, when he caught sight of the photograph in the silver frame, which still stood on the table. With a guttural cry of delight, he caught this up in his huge hands.
gpt
Oh, my master! my master!
human
Mr. Lister your master?
gpt
He is here! I shall find him, he remarked.
human
Did my master see Captain Huxham?
gpt
Yes,
human
Did my master and Captain Huxham quarrel?
gpt
Yes,
human
And did my master get what he wanted?
gpt
I don't know what Mr. Lister wanted, said Bella faintly;
human
I explain nothing until I see my master, was Durgo's reply.
gpt
Perhaps Captain Huxham knows where my master is?
human
Captain Huxham is dead,
gpt
Dead! he repeated.
human
Ah--aha--aha; Captain Huxham is dead. Then my master----
gpt
No, cried Bella, covering her eyes.
human
I don't believe that Cyril killed my father--I don't believe it.
gpt
Cyril! father! repeated Durgo, looking at her curiously.
human
I must learn if----