human
Av you plaze, sor, Mrs. O'Connor and mesilf would thank you if you would be so kind as to lit us j'intly sign this paper forninst ye.
gpt
Do you want me to witness the signatures? Is that it?
human
Yis, sor. But 'tis—excuse me, sor—'tis a private matther. Read it, sor, if—if—— He paused, much embarrassed. I hastened to assure him it was not necessary for me to read it, and, smoothing down the lowest fold of the document, handed O'Connor a well-filled pen. He, in turn, handed it to his wife, with the words,
gpt
Sign you, Bridget Ann, fur-rst, and I'll sign afther, meself.
human
Where do I putt me name, Michael, dear?
gpt
Just undher the worruds 'Wid my consint,' he answered, pointing with a short, knotty, curved index-finger to the words
human
So help me, God, which appeared on the right side of the sheet, just below the edge of the folded section that covered the remainder of the writing, except the words
gpt
With my consent,