human
Sister Prudence, said he, earnestly,
gpt
I rejoice that a merciful Providence hath turned your steps homeward in time for me to bid you a last farewell. In a few weeks, sister, I am to sail as a missionary to the far islands of the Pacific. There is not one of these beloved faces that I shall ever hope to behold again on this earth. Oh, may I see all of them--yours and all--beyond the grave!
human
The grave is very dark, brother, answered she, withdrawing her hand somewhat hastily from his grasp.
gpt
You must look your last at me by the light of this fire.