human
He be gone. It don't bear speaking of. Why should such as he be sacrificed to atone for our sins?
gpt
If God gave His Only Son----!
human
Ah-h-h! That be it. _If...._
gpt
Mother!
human
You be shocked, and no wonder. But unless I speaks what I feels to 'ee, I must hold my tongue. And more decent, too. I be mazed beyond words. I be losing my grip o' this world and the next.
gpt
I be so grieved about Mr. Edward. He was so full of life.
human
Thank you. The sympathy of all of you is much to me, more than you think. He paused adding slowly:
gpt
He may be fuller of life, Fancy, where he is now.
human
To my little son. She made absolutely certain that the child would be a son. Already she had envisaged his life from the cradle to the grave. She wouldn't allow him to play too rough games, but he must be a _Man_; she shrank from what he would have to go through before he attained his sire's stature; she rehearsed a prayer suitable for babbling lips; she arrayed him in knickerbockers and despatched him to school, with many injunctions not to play truant, or pull the hair of small girls, or be pert to his teacher. Of course, he would be just such a son to her as Alfred was to his mother. She went so far in mental vagabondage as to choose a wife for him, a very practical young woman with a reassuring physique, quite unlike herself. Being his father's son, every inch of him, it was certain that he would have
gpt
with other young women before he chose the
human
One and Only.