human
Poor lady! murmured the Breton woman.
gpt
She's nothing but a bundle of nerves. All night long, after the effect of the bromide had passed, she kept crying out for her daughter--meaning you, Mademoiselle. What a notion! Yet you are so alike!
human
With good reason, Madame, said the girl.
gpt
She is my mother's sister. There was a family quarrel years ago. Please keep this to yourself; though Madame Carmac will probably tell you of it later.