human
What is it? she enquired, alarmed.
gpt
Your father is not dead, Martha?
human
I don't know, they sent word that he was dying, and we are going to him. Won't you go, Miss Agnes? I am afraid,
gpt
Yes, I will go with you, but I must find some of the scholars to send home and tell Miss Ruth. She thought with horror of going there to the hospital, where men and women were lying struggling for life, to be followed by their wild, staring eyes, and their cries of entreaty for relief. For a moment she was possessed with the feeling that she could not encounter the fearful sight, and the question arose:
human
Why need I cause myself to suffer when I cannot relieve the sufferings I shall witness?