human
And I didn't know that he'd been ill in all that time, said Cynthia;
gpt
He would have cut off his hand sooner than make you anxious. That was why he _would_ write his daily letter to you. That one must have been almost as hard to write as cutting off a hand.
human
He writes to me every day, said Cynthia,
gpt
Oh, my dear! exclaimed G. G.'s mother.
human
You know that wouldn't be right!
gpt
I don't know, said Cynthia;
human
But, my dear, said G. G.'s mother,
gpt
G. G. can't support a wife--not for a long time anyway. We have nothing to give him. And, of course, he can't work now--and perhaps can't for years.
human
I, too, said Cynthia--with proper pride--
gpt
You have never asked them, said G. G.'s mother,
human
But I shall, said Cynthia,
gpt
I don't wonder at him, she said--
human
I don't. I was ever so jealous of you, but I'm not any more. I think you're the _dearest_ girl!
gpt
Oh! cried Cynthia.
human
I am so glad! But will G. G.'s father like me too?
gpt
He has never yet failed, said G. G.'s mother,
human
Is he like G. G.?
gpt
He has the same beautiful round head, but he has a rugged look that G. G. will never have. He has a lion look. He might have been a terrible tyrant if he hadn't happened, instead, to be a saint.
human
They have such valiant eyes!
gpt
There is nothing base in my young men,