human
Ah! exclaimed Gibelin with a gesture of relief as his eye fell on Kittredge. Then producing a paper he said:
gpt
I am from headquarters. I am looking for --he studied the writing in perplexity--
human
That's it, replied the American,
gpt
You are M. Lo-eed Keetredge?
human
Yes, sir.
gpt
You must come with me. I have a warrant for your arrest.
human
Why do you arrest him? What has he done?
gpt
I don't know what he's done, _he's charged with murder_.
human
Murder! echoed the sacristan's wife.
gpt
Holy angels! A murderer in my house!
human
Take him,
gpt
Alice! cried the young man, and his eyes yearned toward her.
human
Alice, I am innocent.
gpt
Come,
human
Wait! One moment!
gpt
Lloyd, I believe you, I trust you, I love you. No matter what you have done, I love you. It was because my love is so great that I refused you this afternoon. But you need me now, you're in trouble now, and, Lloyd, if--if you want me still, I'm yours, all yours.
human
O God! murmured Kittredge, and even the hardened policeman choked a little.
gpt
I'm the happiest man in Paris, but-- He could say no more except with a last longing look:
human
Good-by.
gpt
I love you, I love you.