human
Oh, poor, poor Moll, she murmured at the end of the wretched tale.
gpt
She has never known a mother's love, or a mother's care. She has never had a chance.
human
When all this is over and she is free, I intend to offer her a home here with me.
gpt
With you? Here with us?
human
You will not always be here with me, said her mother.
gpt
How can you say such a thing? with honest indignation. Then quickly:
human
I know I planned to run off and leave you a little while ago, but that was before I came to know how much you need me.
gpt
And before you came to know Kenneth Gwynne, she said.
human
No, my dear, the time is not far off when you will not need a mother. Moll Hawk needs one now. I shall try to be a mother to that hapless girl.
gpt
Somehow it seems to me that I am just beginning to know my own mother,