human
Ah, Blessed Virgin! cried Yolanda, snatching the missive away from the ink blot.
gpt
If the ink had fallen on the parchment, we surely had been lost. I, too, am trembling, and I dare not try to make the alteration now. What a poor, helpless creature I am, when I cannot even cross a 't' to save myself. Blessed Virgin, help me once more!