human
Well, he said,
gpt
I have not,
human
I suppose you have made arrangements to go somewhere else then,
gpt
No, she replied.
human
My child has been ill all day long, and I was compelled to remain here and attend to her wants.
gpt
That is very unfortunate, Mr. Elder remarked,
human
pointing to the stranger who accompanied him,
gpt
Will he not wait until the morning,
human
I do wot know, he replied.
gpt
Will you, he asked, speaking to the man,
human
Bo jabers! I've got to leave my owld room to-night, and if I cannot git this I must take another that I can get in town,
gpt
That settles the matter, then, observed Mr. Elder.
human
You will have to leave, he continued, addressing Mrs. Wentworth.
gpt
You will perceive that I cannot lose a tenant through your remaining in the room to-night.
human
Och! said the Irishman,
gpt
You need not fear about that, my good friend, remarked Mr. Elder.
human
Does the room suit you?
gpt
Yes! It does well enough for myself and my children,
human
Then you can consider yourself a tenant from to-night, Mr. Elder said.
gpt
Go and bring your things here. By the time you return I shall have the room vacated and ready for you.
human
Jist as you say, yer honor,
gpt
And now, my good woman, remarked Mr. Elder,
human
Great God, sir! exclaimed Mrs. Wentworth,
gpt
I trust you will not put me to the necessity of having you ejected by force, remarked Mr. Elder.
human
You are fully aware that by the arrangement entered into between us, when you first rented the room, that I am doing nothing illegal in requiring you to leave. You will save me both trouble and pain by doing as I have requested.
gpt
I cannot, she replied, pressing her hands to her forehead, and then bursting into tears she exclaimed appealingly:
human
For the sake of God have pity, sir! Let not your heart be so hardened, but turn and befriend a soldiers wretched wife. There is scarce a beast but contains some touch of feeling, scarce a heart but vibrates in some degree, and beats with a quicker pulsation at the sight of poverty and misery. Let me hope that yours contains the same feeling, and beats with the same sorrow at the miserable scene before you. Look around you, sir, and see the destitution of my family; go to the side of that lowly bed and press your hand upon the burning brow of my child; call that little boy and ask him how long he has been without food, look at a wretched mother's tears, and lot a gracious God remove the hardness from your heart, and drive us not homeless from this roof. Think not that the ragged, woman who now stands before you, weeping and pleading, would have thus supplicated without a cause. There was a time when I never dreamed of experiencing such suffering and hardship, such bitter, bitter woe. Oh! sir, let pity reign dominant in your heart.