human
Two hundred pounds, you say? muttered the man;
gpt
But, said the woman, in the same whispered voice,
human
Fool, said he,
gpt
About three,
human
And it is absolutely the very last remnant of his property?
gpt
The last.
human
I am then to understand, that when this is spent there is nothing between him and beggary?
gpt
Nothing,
human
Then, then will this parching thirst be quenched at last. I tell you, woman, that it is many months since I have known a day--night--hour, in which my life has been as the life of other men. My whole soul has been melted down into one burning, burning thought. Feel this hand--ay, you may well start--but what is the fever of the frame to that within?
gpt
But poor Tyrrell--you will not, surely, suffer him to die of actual starvation?
human
Night and day, I pray to God, upon my bended knees, only one unvarying, unceasing prayer, and that is--'When the last agonies shall be upon that man--when, sick with weariness, pain, disease, hunger, he lies down to die--when the death-gurgle is in the throat, and the eye swims beneath the last dull film--when remembrance peoples the chamber with Hell, and his cowardice would falter forth its dastard recantation to Heaven--then--may I be there?
gpt
Spite of the stings of my remorse, she said,