human
Yes, yes, madam, I am dying,
gpt
Oh, Edgar! Edgar! moaned the woman, in harrowing tones,
human
Ah, madam, you did not treat me as your son.
gpt
Hush! whispered she, in anguish.
human
I was not to blame for that. Your father was to blame when he deserted us both, my poor boy. How could I fight against fate? In self-defence I parted from you, but I have loved you truly, Edgar.
gpt
May God, to whom I go, forgive your cold rejection of me many times when I have besought you on my knees to let me call you mother. From place to place you have led me, keeping me at a distance all the while, and now my sad, lonely life must end here. Oh, madam, you have been cruel!
human
To think that I should find you here, my boy, moaned she,
gpt
To find death,