human
I have asked you, father, and pained you because it was right. I had to ask. To-day I have seen this 'little shaver,' a convict in his prison. I have looked into a face that is still noble and undaunted, even after all these years of suffering and shame. I have heard of a life that is as helpful behind prison bars as the most devoted minister's outside them. And I know that he is innocent. He never harmed you or meant to. I am as sure of this as that I stand here, and it is my life's task to undo this wrong that has been done. You would be glad to see him righted, would you not, father? After all this weary time?
gpt
I--I--don't--I am ill, Adrian, I---- Take care! The money, the bonds! My head, Adrian, my head!
human
She gets so anxious and frightened over father's 'spells,' though he always comes out of them well,