human
Brig's Foot.
gpt
You are ill, said Sophy, laying her hand upon his shoulder, and speaking in a soft gentle tone.
human
Let me get you something to eat. I can give you some new bread, and a bowl of fresh milk.
gpt
Thank you, my kind girl, he replied, unclosing his large, dark, melancholy eyes, and regarding her neat little figure, and fair, girlish face, with fixed attention,--
human
I am not hungry.
gpt
Oh, do take a little. And Sophy placed the simple contents of the cupboard on the table before him.
human
It would give me real pleasure to see you eat.
gpt
Then I will try to please you.