human
Here is a glass of water, Mam’selle, you are ill.
gpt
I have nursed this girl through a long sickness, she explained.
human
I am tired. But I will keep her. Tell Sister Angela to make arrangements and let me know.
gpt
Very well, Mam’selle. And the girl, Marie; she remembers, Sister Angela says. ’Tis a miracle. I shall miss her, but God has been kind to her.
human
She will remember only what I tell her, from now on! Jo set her teeth over her tingling tongue.
gpt
And now, I must go.