human
Noah, said she, one night, as we were crouching over the fire, for it was winter, and very cold,--
gpt
I am tired of this place, Mother. I should like to sell off, and go to America.
human
And leave me for ever?
gpt
You, of course, would go with me.
human
Never! said my mother, emphatically.
gpt
Of all places in the world, I cannot go there.
human
I will give you my reasons, she continued.
gpt
Listen to me, Noah. I have never told you anything about myself; but, before I die, it is only right that you should know all. My husband, whose name you bear, is not, to my knowledge, dead. If living, he is in America.
human
Oh, that I had been his son! I groaned;