human
And yet, he said, after a long pause, in which he seemed to be assimilating the information she had given him--
gpt
I suppose it doesn't--not any more than your situation explains you.
human
My situation explains me perfectly, because I'm the victim of a wrong.
gpt
Well, so am I--in another way. I'm made to suffer because I'm the daughter of my parents.
human
That's a rotten shame, he exclaimed, in boyish sympathy
gpt
It isn't your fault.
human
Of course it isn't, she smiled, wistfully.
gpt
And yet I'd rather suffer with the parents I have than be happy with any others.
human
I suppose that's natural,
gpt
I wish I knew more about them, she went on, continuing to give light touches to the work before her, and now and then leaning back to get the effect.
human
I never understood why my father was in prison in Canada.
gpt
Perhaps it was when he killed the man,
human
No; that was in Virginia--at least, the first one. His people didn't like it. That was the reason for his leaving home. He hated a settled life; and so he wandered away into the northwest of Canada. It was in the days when they first began to build the railways there--when there were almost no people except the trappers and the voyageurs. I was born on the very shores of Hudson Bay.
gpt
But you didn't stay there?
human
No. I was only a very little child--not old enough to remember--when my father sent me down to Quebec, to the Ursuline nuns. He never saw me again. I lived with them till four years ago. I'm eighteen now.
gpt
Why didn't he send you to his people? Hadn't he sisters?--or anything like that.
human
He tried to, but they wouldn't have anything to do with me.