human
Oh, dear! he said.
gpt
I have come all this way, through all these terrible places, to help you, and now I am of no use at all.
human
You had best leave me alone, said Grimes;
gpt
What hail?
human
Why, hail that falls every evening here; and till it comes close to me, it's like so much warm rain; but then it comes to hail over my head, and knocks me about like small shot.
gpt
That hail will never come any more, said the strange lady.
human
I have told you before what it was. It was your mother's tears, those which she shed when she prayed for you by her bedside; but your cold heart froze it into hail. But she is gone to heaven now, and will weep no more for her graceless son.
gpt
So my old mother's gone, and I never there to speak to her! Ah! a good woman she was, and might have been a happy one, in her little school there in Vendale, if it hadn't been for me and my bad ways.
human
Did she keep the school at Vendale?