human
Fear not, poor girl, she whispered, even as she strove to take the child from the arms which clasped it so tightly.
gpt
Fear not. It shall be well attended to. And, see, here is a number, whereon she gave the unhappy mother a piece of paper, on which she hastily scrawled some figures.
human
If you ever return you may find it thus--when it grows up--it--what is your name?
gpt
Le Blanc. I shall never return. Never. Then she moaned again.
human
My child! My little child! And, she sobbed forth,