human
Miss Dorothy--where is Miss Dorothy?--do you hear me, Miss Packingham?--do you hear me, Master Willy?--speak, won't you?--has she fallen off one of these brutes?--is she--is she--Master Willy--Miss Ella--Miss Irene!
gpt
Dorothy did not come with us; she is not hurt?
human
Oh, Miss Ella, Miss Ella! exclaimed poor Ingleby, holding up her hands and sinking back against the wall.
gpt
Oh, Miss Ella, Miss Ella! oh, Miss Irene!
human
Why, what is the matter, Mrs. Ingleby? said Crawley, who had set down Baby Bob to toddle into the house, and was settling the payment for the donkeys with Marietta.
gpt
Why, you look like a ghost.
human
Miss Dorothy! Miss Dorothy! Where can she be?
gpt
Well, she is safe enough, isn't she?
human
No, said Ingleby;
gpt
the children all repeated;
human
What do you say?--little Dorothy has not been with you to Colla? She must have gone home, then.
gpt
No, no, my lady, Ingleby said.
human
No, no; I have been waiting for her there till ten minutes ago. She is lost--lost--and oh! I wish we had never, never come to these foreign places; and the mistress so ill!