human
He is dead,
gpt
He is dead,
human
Dead! and Thure bent and reverently straightened out the bent legs and arms and smoothed back the matted hair from the forehead.
gpt
Dead, yes, as dead as a stone; and yet a few minutes ago he was breathing and talking! What a queer thing life is anyhow! Well, it won't do neither him nor us any good to stand here thinking and talking about it. Now we must get the body to the house and give it as decent a burial as possible. I'll carry the body across the saddle in front of me. Come, let's hurry. I am getting anxious to have it over.