human
No, I never guessed.
gpt
I used to be afraid at first that Jack would guess, you were so unlike either of us, so dark, so--so _Latin_. But he said you were a throw-back to his Celtic ancestors. There were French and Irish ones hundreds of years ago, you know. He never suspected. Everything happened just as I hoped it would--just as I wanted it to. But I didn't realize how I should feel about it if I were going to die. The minute I came to myself after--the accident, it rushed over me. Not the very first thought. That was about myself. I wanted to know if my looks were gone. When they had to say yes, I was glad--thankful--I could die. I'd have poisoned or starved myself rather than live on. But no need of that. I think I could let myself slip away any minute now. I'm just--holding on. For something told me--I have a feeling that Jack himself came, and has been here ever since, knowing all I had done and willing me to tell the truth. I struggled a little against it, for why shouldn't you go on being happy? Nothing was _your_ fault. But it was borne in on me that I must give you the chance to choose for yourself, and--_another_. That's why Jack has come, perhaps. She is his daughter.