human
Blanche, my cousin! again, again,--soul with soul, amidst the dead! Look up, Blanche; it is I.
gpt
Go in first and prepare them, dear Blanche; I will wait by the door. Leave it ajar, that I may see them.
human
Papoe! says my father, and I hear the fall of a book,
gpt
I can't read a line. He is coming to-morrow,--to-morrow! If we lived to the age of Methuselah, Kitty, we could never reconcile philosophy and man; that is, if the poor man's to be plagued with a good, affectionate son!