human
Beatrice! I exclaimed.
gpt
What on earth is the matter with you? Where is Miss Speedwell?
human
You list-a me, she said.
gpt
You tink she lof-a you. It is not. It is I! I lof-a you. I 'ave lof-a you one year. You come one year ago—I lof-a you.
human
Stop this nonsense, Beatrice, I commanded.
gpt
What are you talking about? Where is Miss Speedwell? Tell me at once!
human
You cast-a me off? she declaimed.
gpt
Den I tell you. Nevair s'all you see 'er again. I desire dat you s'all-a not. It is me dat 'ave ordered da cabba away. It is me dat 'ave pris-oned 'er w'ere you s'all nevair coome. I hate 'er. Dis is for dem who betr-r-rays an' not care!