human
No one can bring her to life but you, said the doctor, turning the face of the miserable mother towards her child.
gpt
She has kept her senses till she reached you; when she was here she no longer wanted them; she has left her life in your hands. He held those hands fast as he spoke; pressed them gently, but firmly; repeated his words over again.
human
In your hands, said the doctor once more, struck to his heart with horror and pity. Susan's bare beautiful arm lay on the coverlid, white, round, and full, like marble. The doctor, who had never seen the fair Saxon girl who was Mrs. Vincent's daughter a week ago, thought in his heart that this full developed form and face, rapt to grandeur by the extremity of woe, gave no contradiction to the accusation he had just heard with so much horror. That week had obliterated Susan's soft girlish innocence and the simplicity of her eighteen years. She was a grand form as she lay there upon that bed--might have loved to desperation--fallen--killed. Unconsciously he uttered aloud the thought in his heart--
gpt
Perhaps it would be better she should die!
human
When my son comes he will settle it all, said Mrs. Vincent.
gpt
I expect him--any time--he may come any minute. Some one has made--a mistake. I don't know what that man said; but he has made--a mistake, doctor. My son, Mr. Vincent, will see to all that. It has nothing to do with us. Tell me what we are to do for my child. Cut off her hair? Oh, yes, yes, anything! I don't mind it, though it is a sacrifice. She has had--a--a great fright, doctor. She could not tell me particulars. When her brother comes home, we will hear all--