human
I beg your pardon, madam, he said, in a voice that fell on her ears like music long remembered.
gpt
Is this Mrs. Falconer?
human
Yes, she replied, beginning to tremble,
gpt
I am Mrs. Falconer.
human
Then I should like to introduce myself to you, dearest madam. I am John Gray, the son of your old friend, and my father sends me to you to stay with you if you will let me. And he desires me to deliver this letter.
gpt
John Gray! she cried, running forward and searching his face.
human
You John Gray! You! Take off your hat!