human
I will not take it, said she, when the young doctor gave her some bitter draught to swallow;
gpt
You _will_ take it, he replied, calmly, holding the glass in his hand, and fixing on her the serene darkness of his eyes. He did not press it to her lips, or use any coercion. He merely looked steadfastly, yet gently into her face, while the deep color she had noticed the first night she saw him came slowly into his cheeks. He did not say
human
but