human
Mother, he said in a low trembling voice,
gpt
Not yet, dear. There has not been time. It will of course be something of a shock to her, and I want to tell her when we are quiet and alone and I can prepare her for it.
human
Do you think we’d better tell her at all, Mother? She is contented and happy here, why should we tell her something that—that—might take her away from us forever? I have always known that she was—was—different, somehow, and this box probably contains the information about her own people and all that. If she gets it why—why she will probably go back to them—and—and——
gpt
Why, Joe! she exclaimed,
human
I know I’m selfish, Mother, he blurted out;
gpt
I know I shouldn’t even allow myself to think of such a thing. But when I think of her leaving us—of—of going off to live with some one else—I—I just can’t stand it. Then raising his head and fixing his deep grey eyes upon his mother’s face,
human
I’d rather die than live without Nina.