human
You might as well let me have Bartley; it would be better for the two castles to meet. And since then the mother is uneasy about Bartley, and he fell on the floor one day and I know well he is _gone_ since the day Annie was buried. And I saw others at the funeral, and some that you knew well among them. And look now, you should send a coat to some poor person, and your own friends among the dead will be covered, for you could see the skin here. [_She made a gesture passing her hand down each arm, exactly the same gesture as old Mary Glynn of Slieve Echtge had made yesterday when she said,
gpt
Have you a coat you could send me, for my arms are bare?