human
When--you write that book, the words drawled out the bitter thought,
gpt
Jock! Constance sprang to her feet.
human
Jock--how could I know that you would care?
gpt
You--couldn't, of course.
human
Is it because I saw you so?
gpt
No.
human
You know of course--that I'd never speak of that to any one--I only used it for my book.
gpt
If that will help your book--take it; but leave out----
human
What?
gpt
The girl--the redemption--and----
human
Why?
gpt
Can't you--guess?
human
No.
gpt
Don't be frightened, Miss Drew, Filmer was getting command of himself;
human
And now? he asked,
gpt
I'm going--home.
human
Well, well, come along. I'm bound for the Reverend Kid myself. I've got his mail in my pockets--and yours, too by thunder! You're too diverting, Miss Drew, you took my thoughts off business. Come on.