human
My God! he breathed.
gpt
Her face—her voice—her hair! It must be—I can’t be dreaming—Marion, Marion!
human
My name is not Marion, she said;
gpt
No, of Marion Carroll.
human
Your mother was Marion Carroll—Marion North—my sister—my precious little sister—who was lost, and whom I have been searching for all these years! Where is she? Where is she? You are her living image. I thought when I first saw you that it was she. I had forgotten the lapse of years. I should have known you were her daughter anywhere!
gpt
Come into the house, he said quickly, slipping his arm about her.
human
This is very strange. There must be much to tell and much to hear. Come, Nina, you are shaking so you can hardly stand.