human
I am so sorry, I said;
gpt
I did not know. Can you ever forgive me?
human
There's nothing to forgive nor to be sorry for, she replied, with a smile breaking over her face like sunshine.
gpt
Glory be to God for all His mercies! I've been sittin' here in the dark for ten years; but all the time, thanks be to His holy name, as happy as a lark.
human
And, added the old woman,
gpt
I know the purty sight you're spakin' of, ma'am dear. I seem to see, as often I saw it, the sun playin' about the hills in little streams of gold, and the tree-tops brightenin' in its glow. Oh, I know the hills of Wicklow since I was a wee dawshy! And there isn't a tree nor a blade of grass nor a mountain flower that Granny Meehan doesn't remember from old days that are far off now.