human
No true life is long.
gpt
I told you, Rhoda, my dear, that we had given your room to Helen. I said so in a letter, didn't I? remarked Mrs. Farren, leading the way into the chamber that she had prepared for her daughter.
human
This is nearly as good. And I felt sure that you would not grudge the larger room to that poor thing and her child.
gpt
What is to be, must be,
human
Don't stop to unpack anything, continued her mother, trying not to notice the gloomy answer.
gpt
Come downstairs again as soon as you can. There's a good fire, and a bit of something nice for tea. It's a kind of day that takes the light and colour out of everything, she added, with a slight shiver.
human
I'll never grumble at the weather that God sends; yet I'm always glad when we've got through November.