human
Now, what is it you desire?
gpt
and Grant grunted as she went on:
human
I'm shuah no good can come and only hahm, great suffering--and Heaven knows what wrong, by this--miserable plan. What good can it do?
gpt
Well, now, Maggie, he returned,
human
Oh, Grant, Grant, cried Margaret passionately,
gpt
Well--I've told you. That's what I came for.
human
Sit down--haven't I a right to be heard? Hasn't a mother any rights--
gpt
No, cut in Grant,
human
But how could I take my motherhood without disgracing my boy?
gpt
When I brought him to you after mother died, a little, toddling, motherless boy, when I wanted you to come with us to mother him--and I didn't want you, Maggie, any more than you wanted me, but I thought his right to a mother was greater than either of our rights to our choice of mates--then and there, you made your final choice.
human
What does God mean, she whined,
gpt
Maggie--Maggie, answered the man, sitting down as she sank into a chair,
human
That's twaddle, she retorted,
gpt
No, you don't, Mag. If you want the truth, replied Grant bluntly,