human
My daughter-- said Father Laxabon. She came forward with a docile and wistful look.
gpt
My daughter, he continued,
human
I bring you some comfort.
gpt
Comfort?
human
Not now, Father, interposed Therese.
gpt
Spare her.
human
Spare me?
gpt
I bring her comfort, said the father, turning reprovingly to Madame Dessalines.
human
His conflict is over, my daughter, he continued, advancing to Genifrede.
gpt
His last moments were composed; and as for his state of mind in confession--