human
But you know, _Signorina_ dear, that I'm going to give it up and be married next year?
gpt
You cannot give it up, my poor small one. It will not give you up. It has you, one may truly say, by the throat!
human
First the worst, second the same, last the best of all the game.
gpt
Skipper dearest, he wrote, in a hasty and stumbling scrawl,
human
I'm so mad I can hardly see to write. I'd have killed that prof if it hadn't been for Carter. This is how it happened. I'd been keeping out of the whole mess as I told you I would. That night I was digging out something at the Library and on my way back to the House I saw a gang of fellows in a sort of parade, and some one at the end caught hold of me and dragged me in. I asked him what the big idea was and he said he didn't know, and I was sleepy and when we came to the House I dropped out and went in. I wasn't in it ten minutes and I didn't even know what it was about. But when they called for every one who was in the parade next day I had to show up, of course. Well, they asked me about it and I told them just how it happened, and they said all right, then, I could go. I was surprised and thankful, I can tell you, because they'd been chopping off heads right and left, some of the best men in college. Well, just as I was going out through the door the old prof called me back and said he had one more thing to ask me. Did I consider that his committee was absolutely right and justified in everything they'd done? Well, Skipper, what could I say? I said just what you'd have said and what you'd have wanted me to say--that I did think they had been too severe and in some cases unjust and they canned me for it.
gpt
Wild Kings
human
Top Step, her stepfather wrote,
gpt
I'm sick with rage and indignation. Your mother is taking it very hard--as is most every one else. 'Expelled' is not a pretty word. I'm doing my level best to put the truth before the public, to show that your boy is really something of a hero in this matter, in that he might be snugly safe at this moment if he had been willing to tell a politic lie. You'll be unhappy over this, T. S., that's inevitable, but--I give you my word--you need not hang your head. Jimsy played the game.
human
Two days later she had his answer and it was as short as her own had been,
gpt
Go, then, said the singer, and went out of the room with heavy speed and slammed the door resoundingly. But she went with Honor to her steamer at Naples and embraced her forgivingly.
human
Go with God, she wept.
gpt
Live a little; it is best, perhaps. Then, my good small one, come back to me.