human
He is dying! exclaimed Tamar, holding him up in his chair, from which he would have otherwise fallen.
gpt
He is dying, the poor old man is dying; bring water, anything.
human
He has often been in this way since he came here, replied Rebecca.
gpt
We have thought that he has had a stroke; he is not the man he was a few months since; and had I known how it would be, it is strange but I would have found means to hinder his coming.
human
If he were ever so before, said Tamar
gpt
I shall not leave him with you,
human
Nor shall I abandon him to your tender mercies, replied Tamar,
gpt
Ah, Rachel, is it you? You have been gone a long time.
human
I am not your Rachel, venerable Sir, she said;
gpt
Then why do you come to me like her? said the old man.
human
That is wrong, it is very cruel; it is tormenting me before my time. I have not hurt you, and I will give you more gold if you will not do this again.
gpt
You rave, Sir, said Tamar.
human
Who do you take me for?
gpt
A dream, he answered.
human
I have been dreaming again;