human
Hortense didn't tell me there was a spring lock on this door, she exclaimed, with an impatient pull.
gpt
Oh! good heavens.
human
I have had nothing to do with it, repeated Mrs. Chatterton to herself, following Mr. King and Jasper as they bore Phronsie downstairs, her yellow hair floating from the pallid little face.
gpt
Goodness! I haven't had such a shock in years. My heart is going quite wildly. The child probably went up there for something else; I am not supposed to know anything about it.
human
Is she dead?