human
Grant, said Laura, as she stood beside the gaunt figure, on which a mantle of shame seemed to be falling,
gpt
It isn't you,
human
Mrs. Nesbit--I'm Kenyon's father.
gpt
And his mother?
human
His mother was Margaret Müller, Mrs. Nesbit,
gpt
Do you mean to tell me you-- She did not finish, but began again, not noticing that the door behind her had let in her husband:
human
Do you mean to say that you have let me go on all these years nursing that--that, that--creature's child and--
gpt
Yes, my dear, said the Doctor, touching her arm, and taking her hand,
human
I have. She turned on her husband her startled, hurt face and exclaimed,
gpt
And you, Jim--you too--you too?
human
What else could I do in honor, my dear? And it has been for the best.
gpt
No, she cried angrily;
human
Yes, my dear--I know--I know. But while she bore him, we have formed him. To her darkening face he repeated:
gpt
You have formed him--and made him--you and the Adamses--with your love. And love, his soft, high voice was tender as he concluded,
human
Yes, father,--love is enough. Oh, Grant, Grant--it doesn't matter--not to me. Poor--poor Margaret, what she has lost--what she has lost!