human
And, oh, madame, wailed the gardener's wife,
gpt
A cross? said Lydia.
human
What sort of a cross?
gpt
It was a silver cross, madame; the value in money was nothing--it was priceless. Little Xavier----
human
Xavier? repeated Lydia, remembering the
gpt
X on the trinket that had been found in her bed.
human
Wait a moment, madame.
gpt
It is the same, the same, madame! It has a small 'X' which the Reverend Mother scratched with her own blessed scissors!
human
It is the same, it is the same! she cried.
gpt
Oh, thank you, madame! Now my heart is glad....