human
Not my master, but like my master, he muttered, staring hard, and speaking in his usual guttural manner but not in the usual negro dialect, so rude and clipped.
gpt
If you're not my master, Edwin Lister, he added, addressing himself to the young man,
human
Answer him, Cyril, said Bella, seeing that her lover did not speak.
gpt
Did you ever see this man before?
human
Never,
gpt
Did you ever meet Mr. Lister before?
human
Lister! Lister! gasped Durgo, retreating a step.
gpt
Is this young gentleman called Lister?
human
Cyril Lister,
gpt
But my master had no son.
human
I am his son. Edwin Lister is my father.
gpt
Oh! A sudden light broke over Bella's face, and she clapped her hands.
human
And your double?
gpt
Yes, said Cyril in low tones;
human
No, she said boldly.
gpt
Why you should be afraid I cannot guess.
human
My dear, he said in a hard voice,
gpt
--he jerked back his head towards the still staring negro--
human
Well,
gpt
Well, repeated Lister, impatiently,
human
You thought that I had committed the murder, but now that you know the truth----
gpt
It was your father who struck the blow!
human
Yes. And if my father killed your father, how can we marry?