human
You know, Len, Van's a tremendous trump, Burns himself said to her suddenly, in the middle of one trying night when Doctor Van Horn had looked in unexpectedly to see if he might ease his patient and secure him a chance of rest after many hours of pain.
gpt
It seems like a queer dream, sometimes, to open my eyes and see him sitting there, looking at me as if I were a younger brother and he cared a lot.
human
He does care, Ellen answered positively.
gpt
You would be even surer of it if you could hear him talk with me alone. He speaks of you as if he loved you--and what is there strange about that? Everybody loves you, Red. I'm keeping a list of the people who come to ask about you and send you things. You haven't heard of half of them. And to-day Franz telephoned to offer to come and play for you some night when you couldn't sleep with the pain. He begged to be allowed to do the one thing he could to show his sympathy.
human
Bless his heart! I'd like to hear him. I often wish my ears would stretch to reach him in his orchestra. Burns moved restlessly as he spoke. A fresh invasion of trouble in his hand and arm was reaching a culmination, and no palliative measures could ease him long.
gpt
You've no idea, Len, he whispered as Ellen's hand strayed through his heavy coppery locks with the soothing touch he loved well,
human
It's you who have the courage, Red--wonderful courage.
gpt
It's just the thought of you--and the Little-Un--and Bobby Burns--that's all. If it wasn't for you--