human
Poor thing, poor thing! said Anna, rubbing the woman's hands and limbs.
gpt
Ah, what a state she is in! God help us, I fear she is frozen to death.
human
It is Louisa Wolf, I said, pityingly,
gpt
Gideon Wolf's mother, for whom you made some soup on the day she came to ask me to take her son as my apprentice. No wonder that you do not recognize her; she is sadly, sadly altered. She has come--I divine it to spend the New Year with her son, whom she has not seen since he was a lad. For Heaven's sake, let us do all we can to revive her!