human
It seems clear enough when Grimbal's statement comes to be read, explained the medical man.
gpt
He had arranged a meeting with poor Hicks on Oke Tor, and, when he went to keep his appointment, found the unfortunate man lying under the rocks quite dead. The spot, I must tell you, was near a target of the soldiers at Okehampton, and John Grimbal first suspected that Hicks, heedless of the red warning flags, had wandered into the line of fire and been actually slain by a projectile. But nothing of that sort happened. I have seen him. The unfortunate man evidently slipped and fell from some considerable height upon his head. His neck is dislocated and the base of the skull badly fractured.
human
Have you seen my poor sister?
gpt
I was called last night while at Mrs. Hicks's cottage, and went almost at once. It's very terrible--very. She'll get brain fever if we're not careful. Such a shock! She was walking alone, down in the croft by the river--all in a tremendously heavy dew too. She was dry-eyed and raved, poor girl. I may say she was insane at that sad moment. 'Weep for yourself!' she said to me. 'Let this place weep for itself, for there's a great man has died. He was here and lived here and nobody knew--nobody but his mother and I knew what he was. He had to beg his bread almost, and God let him; but the sin of it is on those around him--you and the rest.' So she spoke, poor child. These are not exactly her words, but something like them. I got her indoors to her mother and sent her a draught. I've just come from confining Mrs. Woods, and I'll walk down and see your sister now before I go home if you like. I hope she may be sleeping.