human
Thank the good God! my man is not there, said a poor woman, coming out with her apron to her face.
gpt
The Lord save us! 'tis a fearsome sight.
human
He may be food for the crabs at the bottom of the sea, said a hoarse voice from the crowd;
gpt
Oh, oh, oh! shrieked the poor woman, thus deprived by envy of the anchor of hope to which she clung.
human
I trusted in the mercy of God; I could not look to the bottom of the salt deep.
gpt
Trust to Him yet, Nancy, and all will be well, said an old weather-beaten tar.
human
It is He who rules the winds and waves, and brings the storm-tossed ship into a safe harbour.
gpt
But what has He done for these poor men? Were they worse than the rest?
human
It is not for us to bring to the light what He has left in darkness, said the old sailor.
gpt
He took three fine lads of mine in one night, and left me childless. But it is not for the like o' me to murmur against _Him_. I always trusted to His providence, and I found that it gave me strength in the hour of danger.
human
Dorothy, cried he, turning to Mrs. Grimshawe,
gpt
My heart feels as cold as a stone, sobbed Dorothy:
human
I dare not go forward; I feel--I know that he is there.
gpt
Shall I go for you? I have known Dan from a boy.
human
Oh, no, no; I must see with my own eyes, said Dorothy;