human
I am very, very sorry, sir, said Mrs Champernowne.
gpt
Of course I am only a poor widow, and I let my apartments to gentlemen who come down fishing or to take walks for their health over the moor. But your stay down here has been something more than that. It has been a real pleasure to me ever since you and the young gentleman have been here. And not only am I very sorry that you are going away, but it has quite upset me to hear that you are going sailing away over the stormy seas, searching for all kinds of strange things in foreign abroad.
human
Oh, come, come, Mrs Champernowne, cried Uncle Paul, as he saw the poor woman lift up her apron and put one corner to her eye.
gpt
There oughtn't to be anything in a naturalist's expedition to upset you.
human
Ah, you don't know, sir, said Mrs Champernowne, speaking to Uncle Paul, but shaking her head sadly at Rodd all the while.
gpt
I have had those who were near and dear to me go sailing away quite happy and joyful like, just the same as you and Mr Rodney might, and never come back again, for the sea is a very dangerous place.
human
Oh, perhaps so, and of course there are exceptions, said Uncle Paul;
gpt
I don't know, sir, said the old lady, shaking her head sadly.
human
The sea is very unruly sometimes. Hadn't you better take my advice, sir, and stop here? The moor's very big, and surely if you and the young gentleman look well you'll be able to find plenty of things to fill your bottles, without going abroad.
gpt
Can't be done, Mrs Champernowne, said Uncle Paul smiling.
human
Dartmoor isn't the West Coast of Africa, nor yet the Cape of Good Hope, so, much as we have enjoyed being here, we shall have to say good-bye, and live in hopes of coming to see you again some day, for I haven't half worked out the moor, nor yet a hundredth part.
gpt
I am very, very, very sorry, said the old lady again,
human
To-morrow morning, Mrs Champernowne. We can't let the grass grow under our feet, can we, Rodd?
gpt
No, uncle,