human
This is one of our latest arrivals, remarked the nurse, lowering her voice as they advanced.
gpt
A poor young soldier--lost a hand and badly wounded--can't sleep. He has taken a strange longing of late for a rose, and I have asked a friend to fetch one for him.
human
How lucky that we happen to have one with us! said Mrs Drew, looking back over her shoulder where her daughter stood, concealed from view by her ample person.
gpt
Marion, dear, will you part with your rose-bud to a wounded soldier?
human
Certainly, mother, I will give it him myself.