human
Nay, nay, Carinissima, she said, stooping over the couch and speaking with tender decision,
gpt
Hagios Johannes could not know what mothers feel! This holy love for thy little one shall bide ever with thee and grow with thy life. It is thy breath of Heaven! It shall nerve thee to do the work of thy child--to live for the people he would have ruled. Him thou shalt love forever--it is the will of the Madre Beatissima:--but after thy child shall come his people.
human
Zia mia,