human
O missis, don't take on!
gpt
No, oh no, no, that is impossible. I can't take on, Mary, if I would--oh no, not now, said the poor widow, with what seemed a momentary wandering of her strained senses.
human
Tell me all-- I am ready to hear it all.
gpt
No, said the widow once more, with speechless lips. Take on! oh no, never more. Surely all these light afflictions that could bring tears were over now--nothing but horror and agony remained. The poor mother sat for a little in a dreadful silence, aching all over her anguished frame. Nothing was to be said or done; the pause of utter misery, in which thought itself had no place, but one horrible sensation of suffering was all that remained of life, passed over her; then a faint agonised smile fluttered upon her white lips. She drew on her glove again slowly and with pain.
human
I must go out, Mary, said Arthur's mother.
gpt
I must do my duty if the world were all breaking up, as I--I think it is; and you must stay here and tell my poor darling her mother will come back to her directly. And don't talk to the other servant, Mary. You shall be like my own child if you will stand by us now.
human
O missis dear, not a word--not if it was to save my life!