human
I understand. With all the mother, all the woman in her, she tried to say it clearly and calmly.
gpt
I understand; you need never fear me--and we have the whole world of flowers to speak for us. She gazed pitifully into the dark, storming eyes where for that one fleeting instant the old look of
human
Gargoyle had risen, regarding her, until forced back by the trained intelligence Of
gpt
John Berber, which had always dominated, and at last, she knew, had killed it.
human
We will make the flowers speak--for us.