human
Molly, Spike at length uttered, in a faint tone, the voice of one conscious of being very near his end,
gpt
I hope you will forgive me, Molly. I know you must have had a hard, hard time of it.
human
It is hard for a woman to unsex herself, Stephen; to throw off her very natur', as it might be, and to turn man.
gpt
It has changed you sadly--even your speech is altered. Once your voice was soft and womanish--more like that of Rose Budd's than it is now.
human
I speak as them speak among whom I've been forced to live. The forecastle and steward's pantry, Stephen Spike, are poor schools to send women to l'arn language in.
gpt
Try and forget it all, poor Molly! Say to me, so that I can hear you, 'I forget and forgive, Stephen.' I am afraid God will not pardon my sins, which begin to seem dreadful to me, if my own wife refuse to forget and forgive, on my dying bed.