human
I got through somehow,
gpt
We never get to a wall without finding an opening to crawl through, Marcel. It may be a pretty tight squeeze, but we get through.
human
God knows those times are hard for a woman, Mam’selle.
gpt
They are, bitter hard.
human
And men folks don’t take them into account.
gpt
How can they, Marcel? It wouldn’t be reasonable to expect it.
human
It’s queer, Mam’selle, how this—this thing that makes women willing to go through it, goes on and on. It means one thing to a woman; another to a man, but it seems to pay, though the Lord knows why, or how.
gpt
I’m glad you’ve got her! Marcel suddenly broke in fiercely, again nodding toward the sleeping girl.
human
It just proves that you, Mam’selle, had the woman’s reason, not the man’s. That makes the difference. A woman cannot, a decent woman I mean, forgive a woman for acting like a man; casting off her young and all that, but she can understand—this! And isn’t she fine and rare, Mam’selle. It’s another queer thing, how many a child that comes in the straight and narrow way isn’t half what it should be. Sometimes they just haven’t spirit enough to stay, mine didn’t, and then such children as—as yours, Mam’selle, seem to have God’s blessing shining all over them.