human
And what of Joan? I demanded.
gpt
What of your daughter?
human
Why, Martin, 'tis for her sake I will not hamper you with my useless body.
gpt
So is it for her sake I will never leave you here to perish!
human
Then here, says he in a little,
gpt
Aye, indeed, sir!
human
God love thee, lad! cried he, clasping my hand.
gpt
For if 'tis reason raiseth us 'bove the brutes 'tis unselfishness surely lifts us nigh to God!
human
And now, quoth Sir Richard,