human
God's love! How long must it be?
gpt
Dearie, you'm squeezin' my breath out o' me! cried Chris, well used to these sudden storms and not averse to them.
human
We must bide patient an' hold in our hearts, she said, lying in his arms with her face close to his.
gpt
The cold mood's the better notwithstanding, and colder yet would be better yet, and clay-cold best of all.