human
And so it has come to this, he said, huskily, and in a tone of humiliation.
gpt
My mother thinks me in danger of becoming a drunkard--thinks me so weak that I cannot be trusted to take even a glass of wine.
human
Ellis! Mrs. Whitford again laid her hand upon the arm of her son.
gpt
Ellis, her voice had fallen to deep whisper,
human
My father!
gpt
No, no, no! I don't mean that. But there is a curse that descends to the third and fourth generation, replied Mrs. Whitford,
human
A scarecrow, a mere fancy, a figment of some fanatic's brain;