human
You keep yo' eye on 'im, he used to say to his coloured acquaintances, in speaking of Mr. Goodlett;
gpt
You never know, said Mr. Sanders, in commenting on the story,
human
What would you do, Mr. Sanders, if you were in love?
gpt
Maybe I'd do as Frank does, replied Mr. Sanders, smiling blandly;
human
Now, I'll swear you ought not to tell these boys such stuff as that! exclaimed Francis Bethune angrily.
gpt
I don't know about Cephas, but Tolliver doesn't like me any way.
human
How do you know?
gpt
Because you used to make faces at me,
human
Why, so did Nan, Gabriel rejoined.
gpt
Mine must have been terrible ones for you to remember them so well.
human
Isn't the young lady old enough for you to call her Miss Dorrington?
gpt
She is, replied Gabriel;
human
Why do you dislike me, Tolliver?
gpt
Honestly, said Gabriel,
human
I can give no reason; and I'm not sure I dislike you. But you always held your head so high that I kept away from you. I had an idea that you felt yourself above me because my grandmother is not as rich as the Cloptons.
gpt
You couldn't have been more than ten or twelve when I left here for the war,
human
Yes, I was more than thirteen,
gpt
Well, I never thought that a boy so young could have such thoughts,
human
Pooh! exclaimed Mr. Sanders;
gpt
he went on,
human
I'll tell you what's the fact, boys, he said, drawing in a long breath--
gpt
We've fit an' we've fout, an' we've got knocked out, he went on,