human
The brave man! said Mrs. Marsham.
gpt
I long to know and thank him.
human
I saw him leaving, or rather flying, like a malefactor, muttered Reuben.
gpt
Would he not have remained to receive our thanks, if he had thought he deserved them?
human
Virtue is diffident, my son; her right hand knoweth not what her left hand doeth.
gpt
Pilgrim's Progress, or the life of George Fox, which for thirty years had fascinated her timid, childish imagination. Soon the regular breathing, like the purring of a great drowsy cat, informed Esther that her aunt was in Morpheus's arms. Indeed, she had fallen asleep with an ecstatic smile upon her features. Perhaps she dreamed that she walked in a fair garden, attended by angels, and that one came to her, clothed in white raiment, with a lily in his right hand, and said to her,
human
Good morrow, my good Mrs. Marsham. How are you? My father will be rejoiced to see you.