human
Hagar, you have a God! I cannot find him. Pray to him,--pray to him! Quick, woman!--pray to him before it's too late!
gpt
Lord help ye, Mas'r Dick! said Hagar,
human
I's jes' prayin' fur de dear chile ebery minnit! Don't ye know it? But de Lord's out thar! --pointing with her skinny finger to the depths of darkness which shrouded the sea, with such vehemence as to startle the fishermen;
gpt
I cannot, I cannot! groaned Trafford, dropping down on the sand by his old nurse;
human
I don't know him, and he will not hear me. Oh, my boy, my boy!