human
I was thinking, she said, with a constrained, distressed smile,
gpt
I knew for a fact that the door of the church is never locked. Your father has given orders that it shall always remain open. Every corner of this church has its sad history, but none more sad than the history of the door.
human
You know it?
gpt
I heard it from the tormentor of my soul. It will be better for you not to know it; you have enough in your misfortune.
human
I beg of you, tell me this story. The knowledge that another has suffered still more gives me consolation. Who was it?
gpt
Your older sister, Sophie.
human
I remember her; she was tall and beautiful, with large dark eyes. How often I stroked her beautiful rosy cheeks, when she took me in her lap, for I was still a child. And then I remember when they laid her in her coffin, I stroked her cheeks again, but they were marble-white and cold.
gpt
There she rests,