human
Oh, how can I leave her? he groans, in anguish,
gpt
It will all be right, believe me, says the strong, firm voice.
human
And the shock would be terrible to her if there were no sweet last words to remember afterward. Comfort her a little with your dying love.
gpt
Violet, my child, he says, with a tenderness no one but Cecil has ever heard in his voice,
human
Violet!
gpt
I will try, she responds, brokenly.
human
But he is all I have; all,
gpt
Do you want to see him?
human
Denise, she says,