human
Max Van Duren, are you still alive?
gpt
Why don't you answer me?
human
For Heaven's sake, Pringle, give me a drop of water, or else leave me to die in peace!
gpt
Pringle, I am dying! pleaded the imprisoned man.
human
The wound on my head has opened afresh, and I am slowly bleeding to death. I am too weak to stand. A few hours will end everything. Give me some water--give me a pillow for my head--give me a little light--and then you may leave me to die.
gpt
All very fine, Mr. Van, but you don't get over me with any of your dodges. Once get the door open it would be all over with me.
human
Pringle, I swear to you that I am dying--that I have not strength to walk across the floor.
gpt
Then die, cried Pringle.
human
It is all you are fit for. Ask for no pity from me.