human
she cringed with shame. What would his father say to such conduct! In what had she been wanting that Herbert's son could disgrace his father's name--and hate his mother? For of course he must hate her to shut her out of his life, and not tell her he was going to get married! Her mind seemed to oscillate between the abstraction of his dishonor and a more intimate and primitive pain,--the sense of personal slight.
gpt
Oh, my son, my son, my son, she said. She was bending over, her elbows on her knees, her furrowed forehead resting on her clenched hands; her whole big body quivered. He had shut her out.... He hated her.... He had never loved her....
human
My son! my son!