human
For some time I sent the half-yearly remittance faithfully to my little Winifred, and I was happy in so doing. Then I received a letter--from whom precisely I know not, though I believe it purported to be from a priest. It was written in the third person and it simply informed me that my child was dead.
gpt
Dead! I exclaimed--
human
It was indeed a cruel blow, he resumed at last;