human
I have been stabbed, he said slowly,
gpt
No, no. The knife did not go near your heart. It struck too low. You will soon be all right again. Wait until we get you home and mother will soon make a whole man of you. Mother is about the best nurse in all California,
human
No. As the man spoke his eyes never once left Thure's face.
gpt
No, I am dying. I know. I was once a surgeon, an army surgeon. For a moment his eyes darkened, as if with bitter recollections.
human
But, what matters the past now? Let it bury its dead, and he smiled grimly.
gpt
This is death. I know. I have seen many die just this way. Internal hemorrhage, we doctors called it. The blood from the wound is flowing into my body. I can feel it. I have half an hour, possibly an hour to live; and then--