human
She can't come, Grant--she can't come. I dreamed of her last night; it was all so real--just as she was when we were young, and I thought--I was sure she was near. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair.
gpt
But they've looked for her--all of them have looked for her. She knows I'm calling--but she can't come. The father fumbled the papers, rubbed his gray beard, and shut his fine eyes as he shook his head, and whispered:
human
What holds her--what keeps her? They all come but her.
gpt
What's this, father?
human
Oh, nothing--much--just Mr. Left bringing me some message from Victor Hugo. It isn't much.