human
You? It was I,
gpt
Mother has never been strong, Algitha went on.
human
And my leaving home was the beginning of all this trouble.
gpt
And _my_ leaving home the end of it,
human
And I went to Dunaghee so often, so often, she cried tearfully,
gpt
Ah, why do people need human souls for their daily food? cried Hadria mournfully. She flung open the window of the bedroom, and looked out over the deadly stillness of the fields and the heavy darkness.
human
But they do need them, she said, in the same quiet, hopeless tone,
gpt
What is the time? asked Algitha. A clock had struck, outside.
human
Could it be the clock of Craddock church? The sound must have stolen down hill, through the still air.
gpt
It struck three.
human
You ought to get some sleep, cried Algitha.
gpt
Remember what the doctor said.
human
I feel so nervous, so anxious. I could not sleep.
gpt
Just for a few minutes, Algitha urged. Hadria consented at last, to go into her room, which adjoined her sister's, and lie down on the bed. The door was open between the rooms.
human
You must do the same,