human
Lost your only sane son, Amos, he said.
gpt
The fool takes after you, and the fiddler after his mother--but Jap--he's real Sands--he's like me.
human
There's Morty--he's like both the fool and the fiddler--both the fool and the fiddler--and not a bit like me.
gpt
Morty isn't very well, Daniel, said Amos Adams, ignoring all that the old man had said.
human
Don't you think, Daniel, you're letting that disease get too deep a hold on Morty? With all your money, Dan, I think you'd--
gpt
With all my money--with all my money, Amos, cried the old man, shaking his hands,
human
He sat panting and blinking and shaking his ever-denying, palsied head. Amos did not reply. The chauffeur was taking his seat in the car.
gpt
Ain't I paid my share in the church? Ain't I give parks to the city? Ain't I had family prayers for fifty years? Ain't I been a praying member all my life nearly? Ain't I supported missions? Why, he panted,
human
the old man's voice was broken and he whimpered,
gpt
Uncle Dan, Morty's got tuberculosis--you know that. Tuberculosis has made you twenty per cent. interest for twenty years--those hothouses for consumption of yours in the Valley. But it's cost the poor scores and scores of lives. Morty has it. Grant's voice rose solemnly.
human
Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord, I will repay. You've got your interest, and the Lord has taken his toll.
gpt
You--you--eh, you blasphemer! He shook as with a chill and screamed,
human
But we've got you now--we'll fix you!
gpt
Poor Daniel--Morty doomed, and Daniel himself looking like the breaking up of a hard winter--poor Daniel! He doesn't seem to have got the hang of things in this world; he can't seem to get on some way. I'm sorry for Daniel, Grant; he might have made quite a man if he'd not been fooled by money.