human
Can it be Sophie who is making such a noise? suddenly asked the lady-superintendent, whose nerves were somewhat upset by all the worry of the death which she foresaw. Then quickly walking to the end of the ward, she found that it was indeed Sophie Couteau--the young girl so miraculously healed the previous year--who, seated on the floor behind a bed, had been amusing herself, despite her fourteen years, in making a doll out of a few rags. She was now talking to it, so happy, so absorbed in her play, that she laughed quite heartily.
gpt
Hold yourself up, mademoiselle, said she.
human
Dance the polka, that I may see how you can do it! One! two! dance, turn, kiss the one you like best!
gpt
Little girl, she said,
human
Ah! madame, I didn't know, replied Sophie, rising up, and becoming quite serious, although still holding the doll in her hand.
gpt
Is she going to die, madame?
human
I fear so, my poor child.