human
I go now to pray the dear Christ for thee--the Man of Sorrows, she said with inexpressible tenderness.
gpt
And later--Carinissima--I will come again, and thou wilt rest.
human
Mater Dei! she moaned:
gpt
Death--and then _this_!--If but it need not have been told me! If I might but have kept the _memory_ of my happiness!