human
Rose, he said huskily--and he also was consciously glad of the darkness, for he had just gone through what had been, to one of his highly civilised and fastidious temperament, a most trying ordeal--
gpt
Rose, I'm sorry to bring you bad news. Anna Bauer is dead. The poor old woman has hanged herself. As a matter of fact, it was I--I and the inspector of police--who found her. We managed to get a doctor in through one of the side entrances--but it was of no use.