human
Henry, Henry, give me a glass of water.
gpt
Oh, Richard, Richard! you are hurt! you are wounded! I knew it, I was sure of it. My heart told me it would be so.
human
I am very little hurt indeed, Bessy, I answered.
gpt
A little blood makes a great show, and it all comes from my arm, which will be well, I dare say, in a couple of days.
human
Only your arm, only your arm, she said.
gpt
Oh, Richard, do not deceive me.
human
I do not indeed, I answered;
gpt
But you are so pale, she continued;
human
she added, with a faint smile.
gpt
Come this way, for all the boys are in the hall.