human
Your father is dead, your mother infirm and old, your only sister sickly and deformed, and yourself so young and pretty, with no brothers to protect or work for you,--how do you contrive, dear girl, to maintain yourself and them?
gpt
Alas! we are very poor, said Sophy, bursting into tears.
human
I do all I can to supply the wants of the family. I have to work day and night, and Mary too, who has a cruel mistress, in order to earn our bread, yet we are often on the point of starvation; both of us are tasked beyond our strength--and I for one am heartily weary of my life.
gpt
Dear child, --and Noah wound his arm about her waist, and kissed away the tears from her bright blue eyes,--
human
I have been a bachelor all my life, continued Noah,