human
Why do you all nurse me so tenderly? asked she of her step-mother, one night, when she was watching by her.
gpt
Me, who have never done any thing for others?
human
You are sick and helpless, and dependent on our care. The hand of God is laid upon you, and whosoever He smites, becomes a sacred object in the Christian's eyes.
gpt
Then it is not from love you minister to my weakness. I thought it could not be.
human
Yes, Mittie. It is from love. We always love those who depend on us for life. Your sufferings have been great, and great is our sympathy. Pity, sympathy, tenderness, all flow towards you, and no remembrance of the past mingles bitterness with their balm.
gpt
But, mother, I do not wish to live. It were far kinder to let me die.