human
Ah! cried the baroness, as she shook the scarf from her shoulders and left it in her son’s hands, while she sank clumsily into an arm-chair.
gpt
How very warm I am! That path up the mountain is terrible! No power upon earth shall take me over it again!
human
Did you go up the mountain, mother?
gpt
Why, yes; you know the physician prescribed an early morning walk for me.
human
Oh yes; but that was so many years ago, and I thought you always maintained that the trouble with your heart made any such exercise impossible.
gpt
Still, everything ought to have a fair trial, replied his mother, a little embarrassed,