human
I'll wait for you, he said.
gpt
I'll wait three years. I shall be twenty-five then, and you'll be twenty-one. But you'll marry me then, Dot. You'll have to marry me then.
human
Have to!
gpt
Yes, have to, he repeated coolly.
human
You are mine.
gpt
I'm not, Bertie! she declared indignantly.
human
How--how dare you hold me against my will? And you're upsetting the apples too. Bertie, you--you're a horrid cad!
gpt
Yes, I know, said Bertie, an odd note of soothing in his voice.
human
That's what you English people always do when you're beaten. You hurl insults, and go on fighting. But it's nothing but a waste of energy, and only makes the whipping the more thorough.
gpt
You hateful American! gasped Dot.
human
As if--as if--we could be beaten!