human
Oh, Holy Mary! she shrieked out, as the first shot was fired;
gpt
Listen now, Marianna, she said,
human
May the saints prevent the wretches from sending any! exclaimed Marianna through her tears.
gpt
Perhaps they will not fire on a British ship.
human
Heaven grant it may be so, said Ada,
gpt
Oh, the enemy must be close to us! My dear, dear mistress, what is going to happen?
human
Put your trust in Heaven, Marianna; and, though we are unable to discern it, the means may at the last moment be found for our preservation, said Ada solemnly.
gpt
I would that I were allowed to venture on deck, to learn that my uncle has not suffered in this dreadful fire.
human
Oh, do not leave me, my mistress, exclaimed Marianna, clinging to her dress.
gpt
You will be killed, to a certainty, if you go up among all the fighting. No, you shall not go!