human
Give her to me, said Miss Thusa,
gpt
I will take her up stairs and stay with her till you come.
human
Oh, no, there is no fire in the room, and you will be cold. Mr. Gleason, the child is sick and faint. She has scarcely any pulse--and look, what a blue shade round her mouth. Helen, my darling, do tell me what _is_ the matter with you.
gpt
Her eyes do look very wild, said her father, catching the infection of his wife's fears;
human
Oh! Mr. Gleason, pray don't suggest such a thought; I cannot bear it,