human
O, decidedly unwell! O, very unwell indeed, she said, confidentially.
gpt
Not pain, you know--trouble. Not bodily so much as nervous, nervous! The truth is, in a subdued voice and trembling,
human
with great stateliness.
gpt
The Wards in Jarndyce--Jarndyce of Bleak House--Fitz-Jarndyce!
human
Miss Flite, said Mr. Woodcourt, in a grave, kind voice as if he were appealing to her while speaking to us; and laying his hand gently on her arm;
gpt
Miss Flite describes her illness with her usual accuracy. She was alarmed by an occurrence in the house which might have alarmed a stronger person, and was made ill by the distress and agitation. She brought me here in the first hurry of the discovery, though too late for me to be of any use to the unfortunate man. I have compensated myself for that disappointment by coming here since, and being of small use to her.
human
The kindest physician in the college, whispered Miss Flite to me.
gpt
I expect a Judgment. On the day of Judgment. And shall then confer estates.
human
She will be as well, in a day or two, said Mr. Woodcourt, looking at her with an observant smile,
gpt
Most extraordinary! said Miss Flite, smiling brightly.
human
You never heard of such a thing, my dear! Every Saturday, Conversation Kenge, or Guppy (clerk to Conversation K.), places in my hand a paper of shillings. Shillings. I assure you! Always the same number in the paper. Always one for every day in the week. Now you know, really! So well-timed, is it not? Ye-es! From whence do these papers come, you say? That is the great question. Naturally. Shall I tell you what _I_ think? _I_ think, said Miss Flite, drawing herself back with a very shrewd look, and shaking her right forefinger in a most significant manner,