human
And then you came ... a scholar and a gentleman.
gpt
I did not find you out at once. My life had made me unsocial--and out of the Nazareth of that house I never looked for any good to come. But when once I took note of you, each day I saw you clearer and truer. I saw you fighting, and asking no odds--for elbow-room to do your own work, for your way up on the newspaper, for bodily strength and health--everywhere I saw you, you were fighting indomitably. I have always loved a fighter. You were young and a stranger, alone like me; you stirred no memories of a past that now, in my age, I would forget; your face was the face of honor and truth. I thought: What a blessing if I could make a friend of this young man for the little while that is left me!... And you have been a blessing and a joy--more than you can dream. And now you will not cast me off, like the others.... I do not know the words with which to try to thank you....
human
Oh, don't, came Queed's voice hastily out of the dark.
gpt
There is no question of thanks here.