human
The pains of Gehenna,
gpt
I pray you, cousin, be open with me, he said.
human
I will steel my heart to bear it.
gpt
Your case is not utterly hopeless, I replied with deliberation, having first hemmed and hawed in the style approved of the faculty,
human
(a work I had seen named in the pages of Ambrose Parey).
gpt
To-morrow, by your good leave, I will see you again. The true course is not to be lightly determined, but I trust that my art has resources wherewith to counter the worst symptoms of your distemper and perchance to work a cure.
human
Do so, good cousin, he said.
gpt
Come early, I pray you, and by St. Iago, I shall know how to recompense you becomingly.