human
This comes of airy visions and the whispers Of demons like to angels. Brother, weep.
gpt
Tell me how she was looking! he cried.
human
Did she ask after me?
gpt
Wal, Mr. Dunquerque, I reckon you the most fortunate individual in the hull world. She looked like an angel, and she talked like a--like a woman, with pretty blushes; and yet she wasn't ashamed neither. Seems as if bein' ashamed isn't her strong point. And what has she got to be ashamed of?
human
Did Colquhoun say anything?
gpt
We had already got upon the subject, and I had ventured to make him a proposition. You see, Mr. Dunquerque --he grew confused, and hesitated--
human
To me?
gpt
To you, Mr. Dunquerque. Who fired that shot? Who delivered me from the Grisly?
human
Why, Ladds did as much as I.
gpt
Captain Ladds is a fine fellow, he said.
human
Steady as a rock is Captain Ladds. There's nobody I'd rather march under if we'd the war to do all over again. But the Ile isn't for Captain Ladds. It isn't for him that the Golden Butterfly fills me with yearnin's. No sir. I owe it all to you. You've saved my life; you've sought me out, and gone about this city with me; you've put me up to ropes; you've taken me to that sweet creature's house and made her my friend. And Mrs. L'Estrange my friend, too. If I was to turn away and forget you, I should deserve to lose that precious Inseck.
gpt
I said to Mr. Colquhoun, 'Mr. Dunquerque shall have half of my pile, and more if he wants it. Only you let him come back again to Miss Fleming.' And he laughed in his easy way; there's no kind of man in the States like that Mr. Colquhoun--seems as if he never wants to get anything. He laughed and lay back on the grass. And then he said, 'My dear fellow, let Jack come back if he likes; there's no fighting against fate; only let him have the decency not to announce his engagement till Phillis has had her first season.' Then he drank some cider-cup, and lay back again. Mrs. Cassilis--she's a very superior woman that, but a trifle cold, I should say--watched him whenever he spoke. She's got a game of her own, unless I am mistaken.
human
But, Beck, Jack gasped,
gpt
I can't do this thing; I can't take your money.
human
I guess, sir, you can, and I guess you will. Come, Mr. Dunquerque, say you won't go against Providence. There's a sweet young lady waiting for you, and a little mountain of dollars.
gpt
I thank you all the same, he said.
human
I shall never forget your generosity--never. But that cannot be.
gpt
We will leave it to Miss Fleming, said Gilead.
human
What Miss Fleming says is to be, shall be----