human
You must rouse up your courage, said Kit, with a yearning gaze at his sweet burden, yet taking no advantage of her.
gpt
Rouse up your courage, and I will do my best to save you from myself. It is very hard--it is cruelly cruel, and nobody will thank me!
human
His letters from Demerara! cried Grace, having scarcely heard a word he said.
gpt
How could he have written them? You must be wrong.
human
Of such letters I have never heard. I suppose they must have been forgeries. I give you my word that your father has been the whole of the time at Beckley, and a great deal too ill to go from home.
gpt
Too ill!--my father? Yes, of course--of course! How could he help being ill without me? And he thinks I am dead? Oh! he thinks that I am dead! I wonder that he could dare to be alive. But let me try to think a little.
human
Let me cry!--let me cry!