human
Miss Nora, she persisted,
gpt
I am going indoors; isn't this indoors? If, as you put it, there is something wrong, who is more concerned than I? All four entered. Morgan, who had passed round to the other side of the large writing-table, which was in the centre of the room, gave a sudden exclamation. Nora hurried round to where he was. Some one was lying huddled up on the floor; as if, slipping awkwardly out of his chair, he had lain helplessly where he had fallen. Nora dropped on her knees by his side.
human
Papa! she cried.
gpt
Father!