human
Listen to me, my mother! And his low, calm, soothing tones were in strong contrast to her impassioned voice.
gpt
I am not tired of you--you wrong me by thinking so; but I have letters to write, and many matters to arrange before to-morrow's sun rises. I am tired, too, and want to rest; for it is a long time since sleep has visited my eyes, mother.
human
Sleep, she bitterly echoed;
gpt
My poor, unhappy mother!
human
she broke out, with a low, wild laugh.
gpt
Oh, yes! in his bed of down, with his princely son under the same roof, with menials to come at his beck, he can sleep. Yes, he sleeps now! but the hour comes when that sleep shall last forever! Then my eyes may close, but never before!
human
You are delirious, mother; this blow has turned your brain.