human
Poor boy! she said.
gpt
He probably loved his quotations and his poetry, and had looked forward to Mr. Morse's being away to have a beautiful time with the paper. I don't blame him for resigning and eating his heart out. Not a poem of mine will I send you, Mr. Penfield, or any of your hard-hearted staff. I'll confine myself to finding out what's happening in Winsted, and leave the head-lines to your own inventive genius.