human
Come, come, Sweetheart! he said, stroking the mass of brown hair beneath the lace coif.
gpt
You and I must face this difficulty together, or goodness only knows what may be the outcome! Tell me now, if you are able, how you learned that Mrs. Carmac was your mother.
human
Oh, Dad, she recognized me at once! sobbed the girl.
gpt
Poor thing, the warmth of the blankets and a teaspoonful of brandy I forced between her lips brought her round slowly.
human
When?
gpt
After we crossed the bar.
human
I feared as much,