human
We are going home, Rebecca! cried Edith's bright, familiar voice.
gpt
How fares my Aunt?
human
Eh, you don't mean it's you, mine own dear child? cried the old servant lovingly.
gpt
And your Ladyship belike! Well, here is a blessed even! It'll do the mistress all the good in the world. Well, she's very middling, my dear--very middling indeed: but I think 'tis rather weariness than any true malady, and that'll flee afore the sight of you like snow afore the warm sun. Well, there's a smart few of you!--all the better, my dear, all the better!
human
You can hang one or two of us up in a tree, if you can't find us room,
gpt
There's room enough for such good stuff, and plenty to spare, answered old Rebecca.
human
If you was some folks, now, I might be glad to have the spare chambers full of somewhat else--I might! Come in, every one of you!
gpt
We'll help you to make ready, all we can,
human
Ay, we will,
gpt
Who is this?
human
Aunt Joyce, replied Aubrey, as he bent down to kiss her,
gpt
Nay, my lad, was the firm answer.
human
A fool is never a penitent, nor a penitent a fool. The fool hath been: let the penitent abide.
gpt
This is our dear, kind friend, Mr Marshall, Joyce, said Lady Louvaine.
human
He is so good as to come with us, and be our chaplain at Selwick: and here is his daughter.
gpt
I think Mrs Joyce can guess, said the clergyman,
human
Very like you are neither of you over bad, said Aunt Joyce with her kindly yet rather sarcastic smile.
gpt
I am glad to see you, Mr Marshall; hitherto we have known each other but on paper. Is this your daughter? Why, my maid, you have a look of the dearest and blessedest woman of all your kin--dear old Cousin Bess, that we so loved. May God make you like her in the heart, no less than the face!
human
Indeed, Mistress, I would say Amen, with all mine heart,