human
Oh, what a beast I was to hurt her like that, she murmured, forgetting the harsh, unfeeling words that had aroused her ire, thinking only of the wonder and pain that had lurked in her mother's eyes,--the wonder and pain of a whipped dog.
gpt
The only person in all the world who has ever really loved me,--poor, poor old mother. She stared through her tears at the flames, a little pucker of uncertainty clouding her brow.
human
I am sure Barry never, never can love me as she does, or be as kind and good to me, she mused.
gpt
I wonder--I wonder if what she says is true about men. I wish he had not gone to drinking to-day. But I suppose the poor boy really couldn't help it. He hates so to be disappointed.
human
Mother, how old is Kenneth?