human
Are you still reading them? he at length asked.
gpt
They are simple people, and when they write, the best that is in them does not always get put on paper. Good God! thou art weeping, Lottka!
human
I will go now, she faintly said.
gpt
I shall be better out of doors.
human
Go? now? and where? The storm would blow you down. Remain here for to-night, and if you like--the kitchen is close by--two chairs will do for me--and besides I have not a thought of sleeping.
gpt
Not so, she said.
human
But it is true that the storm without would blow me down, and where too could I go? Is this not Christmas Eve, and the last that we shall ever spend together. And I must give thee something, my presents to the children gave me no real pleasure, and why should I not on this day at least think of _myself_ as well? Am I not right, Sebastian?
gpt
Thou wilt give me something?
human
The only thing I still possess--myself,