human
Philip Romeyn's wife lies in the grave, whither your persecution sent her. I am her daughter and his, come to make you do a tardy justice. To make you lead me to the place where you have hidden the bonds, the gold, you said he stole! For if stealing was done it was by your own hands, not his.
gpt
Margot--MARGOT! This is my father!
human
Yes, Adrian, and my father--my father--wears a convict's garb this day because of yours!
gpt
No, no! No, no. I tried to save him, but he would not save himself! I begged him, almost on my knees I begged him, the little shaver, to confess and get the benefit of that. But he would not. There was no hope for him from the beginning. None. They found me all but dead. The money gone. He by me, the steel rod in his hand with which we used to fasten the--that very safe. I---- Why, I can see it all as if it were to-day, even though they lifted me for dead, and found him standing, dazed and speechless. When they questioned him about the money he said: 'Ask Malachi Wadislaw. I never touched it.' That was all. But they proved it against him. I was dead--almost--and I was beggared. Beggared! his voice rose to a scream,