human
Browning, said Sedgwick,
gpt
They came to the old churchyard.
human
Hold, Jack, said Sedgwick,
gpt
Thank God, there are no new graves, he said.
human
This was my sister; this, my baby brother, and this, my mother, pointing to the names on the headstones.
gpt
Had my mother been alive, I would long ago have come back.
human
The same old lilacs, the same old redbreast, Browning,
gpt
Father, I am sorry that I fought the mulatto, if it grieved you, but the black rascal deserved it, all the same.
human
Thank God, my son, whom I thought was lost, is back again. Thank God!
gpt
Bless my soul; I believe I will never go home. There is more real enjoyment at a miner's funeral in Virginia City; there is, by Jove.