human
Don’t grieve so, darling, Hannah Peniman murmured, stroking the golden head and pressing it to her breast,
gpt
But I don’t want money, sobbed Nina broken-heartedly.
human
I don’t care anything about the deeds, he might as well have burned them, too. What do I want of property in New York or St. Louis? I’ll probably never go there. I don’t want to go there. I want to stay here with you. But what I wanted—what I hoped we would find in the box—were pictures of Papa and Mama, letters from them—things about them and me—so that I would know something about them—about myself, so that I wouldn’t feel myself a poor forsaken, friendless waif, dependent upon your charity for all I have and am.
gpt
You are not a friendless waif, Princess, he said in his low, gentle voice,
human
This is very strange, he mused;
gpt
I can’t understand it. Why should he have left the deeds and destroyed everything else in the box? There is a considerable quantity of ashes here. The box must have been full of papers. Why should that villain have destroyed them all and left these deeds? I cannot understand it.