human
Mr. Langdon!
gpt
I suppose, he said,
human
The allegory is all right, he said,
gpt
Y-you can't go, she stammered, colouring painfully,
human
I see; it resembles divorce. My sex had to give yours a cause for escape, or you couldn't escape. And in here you must give me a pass to freedom, or I remain here and starve. Is that it?
gpt
Give me that pass,
human
If I do every girl here will gossip----
gpt
I don't care what they say. I'm going.
human
Mr. Langdon, she said in a low voice,
gpt
I'm not; I'm past mere hunger. You disciplined me because I took a human and natural interest in the pretty inhabitants of this new world. And I _told_ you that I never would have entered it except for you. But you made me pay for a perfectly harmless and happy curiosity. Well, I've starved and paid. Now I want to go. . . . Either I go or there'll be something doing--because I won't remain here and go hungry much longer.
human
S-something--doing?
gpt
Exactly. With the first----
human
You can go if you wish,
gpt
Thank you,