human
Do not weep. Do not weep. Already is our once bright, joyous city a vale of tears. Nay, there can be, I think, no more tears left for us to shed. I myself can weep no more. I who, in the last week, have buried my wife, my two daughters, and my little infant babe.
gpt
Oh! oh! gasped Marion and Laure and all the women standing round who heard the bereaved man's words.
human
Oh! Unhappy man. Unhappy man!