human
So they went away together into the deep woods, and one could see the moon shining on them, every now and then, through the trees, and it was a lovely sight.
gpt
Oh, Miss Thusa, cried Helen,
human
Do you make up your tales yourself, Miss Thusa, asked Louis,
gpt
Some are the memories of my childhood; replied she,
human
Well, Miss Thusa, the spirit moves you to say that the little child forgave the cruel maiden, and poured balm upon her bleeding heart,
gpt
And you think an old woman should forgive likewise! cried Miss Thusa, looking as benignantly as she _could_ look upon the boy.
human
You are right, you are right, but her heart don't bleed yet--_not yet_.