human
Mr. Vincent may come home any time to-day, said the widow;
gpt
What? what?
human
O missis dear, missis dear! sobbed the girl.
gpt
I've been and told Mr. Arthur exact where she is--he's gone to fetch her home. O missis, don't take on! they'll soon be here. Miss Susan's living, she ain't dead. O missis, missis, she ain't dead--it might be worse nor it is.
human
My daughter has been ill, she said in gasps, turning a dreadful look upon the servant of the house. Then she rose, took hold of Mary's arm, and went up-stairs with her, holding her fast. She shut the door with her own hands when they got back to the lonely parlour full of daylight and silence.
gpt
Miss Susan has been ill?