human
These heavy locks must be shorn to-morrow, said she, passing her hand over his long, dark hair.
gpt
They sadden your countenance too much. A night's sleep, too, will bring back the color to your face. You are over weary now. Retire, my son, and banish every emotion but gratitude for your return. You are safe now, and all will yet be well.
human
No, my son--but there is a remedy more balmy and powerful than all the drugs of the East, which you can obtain without money and without price.
gpt
I will give you an anodyne to-night, prepared by my own hand, and to-morrow--
human
Give me the anodyne, kindest and best of mothers, but don't, for Heaven's sake, talk of to-morrow.