human
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last-- O Father, be our home!
gpt
Now sing a song--a Scottish song, suggested Caroline, when the hymn was over--
human
You are weeping at the pathos of the air. Come here, and I will comfort you,
gpt
You often soothe me; let me soothe you, murmured the young girl, kissing her cheek.
human
I hope, she added,
gpt
Do you think I shall not get better? I do not feel _very_ ill--only weak.
human
But your mind, Caroline--your mind is crushed. Your heart is almost broken; you have been so neglected, so repulsed, left so desolate.
gpt
I believe grief is, and always has been, my worst ailment. I sometimes think if an abundant gush of happiness came on me I could revive yet.
human
Do you wish to live?
gpt
I have no object in life.
human
You love me, Caroline?
gpt
Very much--very truly--inexpressibly sometimes. Just now I feel as if I could almost grow to your heart.
human
I will return directly, dear,