human
Do not weep, Roger, old friend, he said, noticing the tears running down his chum's face;
gpt
he resumed after a short silence, broken only by the deep sobs of his sorrowing companion,
human
Roger, dear lad, hold my hand, for it is getting very dark, and I cannot see. I like to feel that you are near me, and I have no fear. His breathing now grew rapidly weaker, until presently only a faint fluttering sigh could be heard; then his eyes opened again, and he said:
gpt
Good-bye, Roger, I am going, dear lad and faithful comrade; good-bye, and God bless you! Remember what I said about preparing for to-night; and do not grieve for me, for indeed I am quite happy. Good-bye!